Whiskey Alibi, with tight vocal harmonies and stellar musicianship, takes the best of rock, pop, and country, and serves them "straight up", like a good shot of aged bourbon. We're all about variety, mixing classics you'll never hear a cover band perform with new songs that will be classic tomorrow, and we stir in enough dance tunes to keep an audience moving...

The winsome, quiet, shy, petite flower of the group. NOT! Kristyna is either amusing everyone with her antics, or dancing maniacally at any given opportunity. "Stagefright" is our reaction to whatever she's doing. Kristyna has been known to sing bluegrass tunes. Or Gershwin. Occasionally at the same time, and doesn't care which, mostly... A native of Gaston County, NC, she usually says "Belmont" because she thinks it's less boastful and pretentious.

Steve walked into the band with some fairly big shoes to fill and we'd already acknowledged that we'd likely have to "settle". Well, we didn't. Steve's shoes are mighty big, in fact he may be wearing Army boots. As Kristyna said "even if he screws up, it still sounds good!" That's as ass-backward of a compliment as you can get, but there it is.

We are, however, still adjusting to a slightly off-center sense of humor. Okay, Neal isn't, but the rest of the band usually looks at each other when he cracks a joke and Neal starts laughing. On the other hand, Neal does this a lot - sometimes by himself - so maybe it's not Steve after all?

Jim walked into the room and Kristyna looked at him and said "Now, HE knows how to dress like he's in a band". And then she turned to stare at Neal. With hard, cold eyes.

Several hours later, she added "he's a fantastic bass player, too".

Neal just stared down at his feet. And unmatched socks.

Neal is still trying to figure out how he got in a (mostly) rock band. "I was minding my own business and all this electric stuff showed up." He believes "Jimi Hendrix was a great banjo player but not as good as Clapton." A graphic designer by trade, he prefers people think of him as an "undiscovered" rock star, which makes artistic poverty easier to explain. A native of West Virginia (Fayetteville), but don't hold that against him. Just hide your pork rinds and PBR when he's around.

Ken Bryan left us in a way no band wants. There was no drama, no "band fights", he hadn't found a better group, and no one wanted him to go, as is typical in a group of bickering musicians.

And he'll be missed by everyone who knew him.

1953 - 2021