VIP ticket is meeting and photo with Whitey before the show, more details as we get them.
Advance price ticket ($30) is our usual general admission ticket. Day of show ticket (if not sold out) will be $35.
WE WILL OPEN DOORS AT 7:00 FOR THIS SHOW.
Whitey Morgan is a master of the honky tonk sound and scene, having played more of them than anyone on the last dozen years as the leader of one of the most tirelessly touring bar bands in existence. Recently Whitey’s started a family out near an abandoned Western tourist town in interior California, and doesn’t log the some 300+ dates on the road a year he once did. But Whitey Morgan is still like the embodiment of all the rage and frustration of true country music fans channeled into one hairy human vessel.
Rolling Stone has described him as a “Waylon Jennings acolyte.. modern day outlaw [with a] hard hitting blue-collar brand of music” while NPR Music hailed, “Staying close to the sound and subject matter of classic outlaw artists like Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard and David Allan Coe, Morgan is poised to lead this hand-worn brand of country to the next generation.”
No quarter is given when he walks out on stage to whip crowds into a honky tonk frenzy, and feed them a steady dose of hard country shit kickers. Don’t take that to mean this music is rough and reckless; quite the contrary. Along with his snarl and bark, Whitey Morgan and the 78’s put on one of the most tight shows in all of country music. It’s truly a sight to behold.
Whitey’s native environment is in a honky tonk, with a telecaster slung over his shoulder, and a bass drum pounding out quarter notes in his ear in front of a crowd screaming back every word. This is where his ultimate contribution to country music is measured, and his true genius shines.
Hard Times and White Lines is only Whitey’s fourth full studio record in nearly 15 years of playing, but it’s always been quality over quantity with Whitey, allowing an appetite to build among his rabid fan base before slinging them a thick slab of red meat they’ll feed off of for years to come, and that’s what he does here. Whitey doesn’t look at new records as some experimental artistic medium, or an opportunity for him to noodle around with innovative ideas that potentially may alienate his fan base. He’s not looking to reinvent himself for the adulation of media critics. He knows who he is, and what he does. He is the voice of the whiskey drunk, the working man, and the weary country music listener, and he wears that badge proudly.