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Ken Horne has been playing acoustic guitar for ... well, as nearly as we can tell, forever. His amazing fingerpicking and syncopation are the acoustic lead and rhythm for most of our tunes. Ken is an
excellent storyteller (read: BS artiste), knows ten million songs, and can seemingly play anything. With
his gruff, gravelly bass and surprisingly gentle harmonies, Ken lends wisdom and grit to our vocals and
a flash of gnomish charm to our stage presence. Being an ordained minister, he's also our spiritual
grounding. He's an inspiration to all of us.
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Allison Johnson has a smile that can light up an auditorium, but her vocals do it far better. Her clear,
clean tones weave over and through our songs; as our lead vocalist, she leads us a merry chase and we
enjoy just trying to keep up. Although a mezzo-soprano, Allison can dig pretty far into the alto range
and reach up into the coleratura, and her power is such that we usually have to turn her mic down just
so the audience knows we're also playing. Allison plays piano, but we don't let her. She just sings too well.
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Paul Boone is a classical musician in a heavy metal package. Our lead guitarist, Paul inserts fire, magic,
and edge into our otherwise acoustic sound. His clear command of the instrument gives elemental voice and
passion to our tunes. Paul writes most of his electric parts, and his relentless pursuit of perfection awes
us all (Paul, my fingers hurt ... can we stop now?). Paul doesn't sing; he doesn't need to. He expresses
himself through his guitar's voice most eloquently.
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Corey Crompton refuses to specialise. Whether rhythm guitar, lead picking, harmonica, mandolin, 12-string
or bodhran (his weapon of choice) is needed, Corey fills in the gaps and gives versatility and depth to
our music. His slightly husky Irish tenor fills in between Allison and Ken, and he's second only to Ken in
keeping up the patter (read: BS artiste, journeyman). Corey does lead vocals when required, remembers what
key the %*! song is supposed to be in, and often sets the rhythm with his bodhran (Irish drum).
If forced to, he can yodel.
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Mary Boone is the band's stage manager, mom, director, drill sergeant, and roadie. She keeps us on-focus,
takes photos, schleps equipment around, cleans up the empty wine bottles, and prods us along in every
practise session. Mary is there at each show, cheering, cajoling, working the crowd, and patiently giving
us pointers on our stage presence ("Smile!" "Look UP!"). Without Mary, it's unlikely we'd ever get through
a practise or get out of the parlour. God bless Mary.
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