About

Old Hank was sitting on his porch at Buck Naked Hunt Camp, whiling away what’s left of his life, when a realization hit him like a cement truck. Absolutely nothing motivates him like live music. Seeing it. Hearing it. Playing it.

Playing in bands in NYC in the seismic 90’s and Aughts taught him that anyone can do anything any fucking time they want, as long as they have the balls to say so (and practice regularly).

Why not now? Why not Charlottesville? You may be old as dirt and off key half the time but that’s no excuse for not going as hard as you can at what you love. Why not record the songs that haunt you every time you pick up a guitar? And why not put those songs on stage? 

“Fuck it,” Old Hank said. “Medicare will pay for it if I hurt myself. Let’s do this”.