Four fine fellows decided to form a band. They met at a dusty jukebox in
a dusty bar, in a dusty town, over dusty beers. Minds met over small
talk, and, on that Afternoon, an understanding emerged. They then played
music.“Pacific Americana†they exclaimed, and that’s what it is. The
blacksmith, Zack Smith, educated in the fine musical arts, wields the
mighty upright bass. Charles Scheinblum, hailing from the North-East, a
fine percussionist. Michael Starr strokes the fiddle and electric guitar
with precision and ease. Brandon Reynolds, child of a rusty harmonica and
a whiskey jug, sings. The music, a product of their origins.Deep pounding, gentle stumming, fine humming, bow massaging, sticks
beating. Moving, swaying, jumping, smiling, laughing, imbibing, feeling.Find these fellows, befriend them. You’ll find them at any public house,
anywhere. They generally sport beards, and hunt for sport. They
generally are specific about what they like, and don’t. They are fun, and
funny looking. They laugh a lot, and smile from time to time. They will
be happy to share their music.For more information visit www.brandonreynoldsmusic.com or email [email protected] Brandon's debut album, "Lunch in Lisbon"
