And that's where Bailiwick comes in, I think." Or so says Dr. Guy Windley, a rather portly Swansea, CA podiatrist who just happened to witness one of Bailiwick's incendiary performances whilst nursing a personal bottle of wine in a Saratoga Springs, NY area coffee shop in May of 2010. And you know what? I couldn't have put it better myself. But who exactly are these ailing pricks of ours? Well, the one with the chestnut hair and classic Pennsylvania Deutsch swag, well, that's Brett Hartman. With his lilting voice and virtuosic instrumental skill, this Emmaus, PA native rose from a humble life as a simple Amish farmer in rural Pennsylvania to a regional folk star well known throughout the Capital District Regionally Distinct Area for his skill on the guitar, mandolin, and ukulele as well as the tender emotions evoked when his vocal cords get a-vibratin'.
And the one with the glasses and the beard, that's Colin Manjoney. Originally from Easton, CT, his magic callused fingers glide across most any fretted surface with ease, though they are most at home on the neck of a banjo, ukulele, or 12 string guitar. He sings sometimes too, but he's quite shy about it, and would prefer that the audience take a step out for some fresh air and a cup of joe while he's at the mic. Now the boy with the Edwardian swagger and manners to match, that's Ned Porter, of Wellesly, MA, the guitarist and one of the lead singers of the band. Though his instrumental talents may not be spread quite so thin as Colin and Brett's, this makes his guitar parts extra thick, juicy, and meaty, and leaves his unmistakably Mangumian vocals free to breathe. Now the little lady on the fiddle--that's Jane Esterquest, a Quincy, MA native with the ears of a non-deaf Beethoven and fiddle fingers to match.
When her stomach isn't devouring itself for some absurd medical reason, she's typically found practicing her for hours on end and rehearsing with various orchestral groups. So where does she find time for the bales o' wax? Well, some would say she doesn't--but with the licks she bangs out, who really says she needs to? Not I, but I am but a humble fly, with nary a companion in this great bread box we call life. Well, there you have it. You heard it here first. After all, if you do not have a start to a project, and you do not have an end to a project, you do not have a project! Take care, all! --Peter Asaj, FBI Read more on Last.fm.
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