“Holy cow man, I think that’s like only available on the cassette demos I cut some time ago… I’m not even sure I remember how it begins,” said Whitmore.
“But its good you ask me for stuff like that, makes the ole’ brain work.”
Whitmore continued, taking requests and amazing an audience who seemed more like they were watching a sermon by a talented preacher then the man exposed on stage with only his instrument.
Whitmore’s music belies his appearance. Slight in build with tattoos crawling up both his arms, you’d never expect what comes out when Whitmore places lips to microphone. Instead of the tattooed, Iowa farm boy sitting in the chair, your ears play tricks with you as you’re certain that what’s coming from the speakers could only find it’s source in a grizzled, old blues man, deep from the southern delta. It’s just not possible for all that pain and honesty to be coming from one such as Whitmore, but there he is, his energy and passion coming through, and your eyes convince your ears that the two items in conflict are the same.
The Whitmore tour continues through February into March ending Mar 24 in Los Angeles at the Troubadour. As it snakes its way down the eastern sea board, through the mid-west and into the country’s left side, be sure to catch a show. One day, you’ll be sitting there, telling all the hipster kids how you saw a legend when it was just you and a few of your closest friends.
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