Andrew T. Weekes
Florida; The Great-Lakes Midwest; The Pacific Northwest; Southern Louisiana; The Open Road – guitarist and composer Andrew T. Weekes has called all of these places home. Born with a proclivity towards the gregarious but inculcated with a deep reverence for wholly honest music, Andrew is willing to sacrifice most everything in pursuit of writing a truly great song. He has been most everywhere and draws from a wealth of experience to try and accurately paint the grit and depth of human emotion with each note and lyric of his songs. Weekes goes by many names, and has been called many more, but whether you know the man as The Outlaw Buck Townsend or That Guy Who Looks Like Napoleon Dynamite, you cannot deny that his music rides every highway to the far corners of the human psyche and comes back having narrowly missed death during the party of a lifetime. Andrew T. Weekes found inspiration in the simple but forthright and powerful way that the patriarchs of American Blues sing and play the guitar, and he brings that influence to bear in Deltaphonic. And next time you see him after a show, wearing his trademark red suit, come talk to him. Say hello, introduce yourself, shake his hand, and talk to him about what you like – he’ll sure as shit have something to say about it.
Ciaran Patrick Brennan has been helping people to pronounce his name for a long time. Key-RON. “Yes like, you know car keys? Yeah that and then the name Ron. Oh yeah, I mean, it’s not a big deal you messed it up; at my eighth grade graduation my principal called me ‘Charles’.” While his name is hard to understand, what’s is easy to get about him is that he lives to play the drums. Melding the big, open, straight-forward drum sound that he picked up from the great timekeepers of classic rock with the fat grooves he learned watching the torch-bearers of rhythm in the Crescent City, Brennan is the bombastic gasoline to guitarist and songwriter Andrew T. Weekes’ classic 70’s pimp-mobile of a musical entity. He’s got an opinion, or as some may call it, a conspiracy theory, about everything, and he deeply loves America, but the thing that is the most real for him is the power of music. There is no purpose he sees more apparent for being alive than a crowd of people, all barriers broken between them, dancing together to one song.