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Fire Whiskey Bio... By: The Weird Weirs (aka Mat and I)
Gather 'round you rowdy scoundrels and let me tell you a story of the ravenous miscreants known as Fire Whiskey. Their tale of drunken chaos began in the foggy ocean streets of Santa Cruz, Ca. Gavi Gallardo, a fresh young lad with a grizzled soul and voice to boot, had packed his traveled van, worn with paint chips and the smell of a thousand tales, with his trusty guitar, a couple of shirts and took the first chance he got to high tale it out of the dust of Arizona to the land of big dreams and broken spirits. A fateful decision as the devil would have it, because there he would meet Johnny Oliveria, his soon to be brother in arms.
Now Johnny was a Santa Cruz local, a lengthy kid with a heart like the ocean and a passion for music just as deep. He was what you'd call a "jack of all trades," playing in and out of several bands around the area's dive bars and watering holes. You know, classy joints. The two began talking about the finer things in life -- women, weed, and whiskey -- and as the gods would have it the conversation began meandering onto music. They soon realized that while they shared the same influences, their peers weren't writing anything our duo wanted to listen to; so they set out into the great unknown as Two If By Sea.
Armed with their guitars and a harmonica, Gavi and Johnny combined folksy story telling with fast paced country ballads, all topped with the grimy crunch of punk igniting the first spark or their frenzied obsession. But many nights were spent in a cloudy haze before the smoke cleared leaving the boys restless and hungry for that raw sound doused in a bucket of gasoline. And like a stampede of wild mustangs running through their brains, the two knew at once they needed the steady handed drumming of Sean James.
Having been the backbone to an array of musical projects, Sean jumped at his old friend Johnny’s proposition to lend his talents to this new endeavor. And if that weren’t enough, he also started booking them on what seemed to be an endless run, getting them gigs wherever he could smooth talk his way into. Still playing as Two If By Sea, these three roughnecks delivered to the beaten masses their own “choke on the truth” cure for the 9 to 5 blues.
Before they knew it a year had passed, working tirelessly to find a unique sound that would reanimate the raped and pillaged American Dream. But try as they might, they knew they were still missing the food for the flame. And like Moses parting the Red Sea, the vision of their Promised Land came in the form of a man they knew as Nate “The Great” Kotila. Handling his bass like the firm delicacy of a woman’s thigh, Nate makes his instrument and the pussy cats purr for more. Changing their name to Fire Whiskey the troupe of renegade banditos on the prowl was complete at last.
So for all you courtesans and charlatans, vagabonds and outlaws, put your cash in your pockets and your switchblades in your boots but hold onto your hats and women, for Fire Whiskey is here to reveal their demons. A musical collaboration filled to brim with saintly sins, angelic heathens and the lonesome dust from a long drive home; this is all they know.
Now Johnny was a Santa Cruz local, a lengthy kid with a heart like the ocean and a passion for music just as deep. He was what you'd call a "jack of all trades," playing in and out of several bands around the area's dive bars and watering holes. You know, classy joints. The two began talking about the finer things in life -- women, weed, and whiskey -- and as the gods would have it the conversation began meandering onto music. They soon realized that while they shared the same influences, their peers weren't writing anything our duo wanted to listen to; so they set out into the great unknown as Two If By Sea.
Armed with their guitars and a harmonica, Gavi and Johnny combined folksy story telling with fast paced country ballads, all topped with the grimy crunch of punk igniting the first spark or their frenzied obsession. But many nights were spent in a cloudy haze before the smoke cleared leaving the boys restless and hungry for that raw sound doused in a bucket of gasoline. And like a stampede of wild mustangs running through their brains, the two knew at once they needed the steady handed drumming of Sean James.
Having been the backbone to an array of musical projects, Sean jumped at his old friend Johnny’s proposition to lend his talents to this new endeavor. And if that weren’t enough, he also started booking them on what seemed to be an endless run, getting them gigs wherever he could smooth talk his way into. Still playing as Two If By Sea, these three roughnecks delivered to the beaten masses their own “choke on the truth” cure for the 9 to 5 blues.
Before they knew it a year had passed, working tirelessly to find a unique sound that would reanimate the raped and pillaged American Dream. But try as they might, they knew they were still missing the food for the flame. And like Moses parting the Red Sea, the vision of their Promised Land came in the form of a man they knew as Nate “The Great” Kotila. Handling his bass like the firm delicacy of a woman’s thigh, Nate makes his instrument and the pussy cats purr for more. Changing their name to Fire Whiskey the troupe of renegade banditos on the prowl was complete at last.
So for all you courtesans and charlatans, vagabonds and outlaws, put your cash in your pockets and your switchblades in your boots but hold onto your hats and women, for Fire Whiskey is here to reveal their demons. A musical collaboration filled to brim with saintly sins, angelic heathens and the lonesome dust from a long drive home; this is all they know.
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