Whiskerman at Polaris Hall – Tickets – Polaris Hall – Portland, OR – March 21st, 2019

Whiskerman at Polaris Hall

Mississippi Studios Presents the Oakland act with warm, inventive and rollicking songs

Whiskerman at Polaris Hall

Tommy Alexander, Taylor Kingman

Thu, March 21, 2019

Doors: 7:00 pm / Show: 8:00 pm

$10 ADV / $12 DOS

This event is 21 and over

Whiskerman
Whiskerman
Lush instrumentation combined with front man Graham Patzner's profound lyricism and unflinching delivery culminate in a sound that is soulful, mythical, and raw. Patzner’s voice, both smokey and soaring, leads a passionate live show as the band’s classic rock sound seamlessly cascades through realms of bluesy devotion, psychedelic melancholy, and twangy celebration. Whiskerman's shows tend to set spells, either sweeping the audience up in revelation, or dropping them into knee-slapping frenzy. Joining Patzner (vocals, guitar, violin and piano), is Will Lawrence (bass and mandolin), and Charles Lloyd (guitar and sitar), Dan Schwartz (drums), and Jeremy Lyon (guitar).
"When they're revved up, Whiskerman sounds like a gospel and soul band that can make you feel like raising your hands in the air in praise of its talent. In their quieter songs, there's a storytelling vibe with intricate melodies." (SF Chronicle)

“ Whiskerman present ecstatic psychedelia, sturdily constructed pop-rock, pick-and-grin folk all together as a single picture.” (Flood Magazine)
Tommy Alexander
Alexander’s voice is full of passion, with tangible emotion and a depth of experience to share. Fans of both indie and pop music will enjoy the variety in instrumental sounds and the carefully constructed lyrics.

“The downright truth about Alexander is that he is an expression of rebellion in a society that is trapped within institutional conformities and down-the-road retirement plans. Filled with an introspective and strikingly truthful style of songwriting, his music can be downright mind-bending -- especially for those of us who have grown used to Pandora's corporate jukebox and the cultural clichés that run with it.”
- Huffington Post

In the recent past Tommy has been fortunate to share the stage with acts such as; Mac Demarco, Michael McDonald, Big Thief, Willy Tea Taylor, Aaron Lee Tasjan, SUSTO, Twain & Jay Cobb Anderson.


"TOMMY ALEXANDER COMBINES OLD-SCHOOL FOLK TENDENCIES WITH INDIE ROCK EXECUTION FOR A UNIQUE MUSICAL EXPERIENCE." - PORTLAND MERCURY

"WICKED INDIE ROCK. COOL GUITARING." - BRETT LANIER (THE BARR BROTHERS , HOLLAR GENERAL)

"A DIFFERENT KETTLE OF GRAVY." -WILLY TEA TAYLOR
Taylor Kingman
Taylor Kingman
Taylor Kingman makes music that resets the clocks. You know the feeling of standing beneath a trestle on a hard day, a can of cheap beer, flicking a lighter and dreaming up wild ideas until a heavy train comes thundering overhead and you scream and scream until your voice gives out and you feel lighter? That’s the thing that lives deep in Taylor’s songs. There’s something so rubbed-raw honest and drunken-truth about them. You can’t help but be transfixed and transformed.

Born in Portland, OR and raised in Marion County, Taylor picked up a guitar and started writing at 12. In high school, he formed The Hill Dogs, a raucous, powerful band that hit hard beneath his explosive lyrics. After graduating, he wrote like a madman, played out heavily with the band, and taught guitar on the side.

In 2015, Taylor packed up and headed to Portland where he played anywhere and everywhere with The Hill Dogs until he blew out his voice and had to halt the band. The restrictions of his healing vocal chords gave way to a deluge of new writing. Taylor joined multiple projects around the city with some of Portland’s finest and recorded his debut solo album Wannabe at the great Mike Coykendall’s studio, due out November 17th on Mama Bird Recording Co. He recently formed ‘TK and the Holy Know Nothings’ with Lewi Longmire, Jay Cobb Anderson, Tyler Thompson, and Josh Simon as a vehicle for a growing ocean of new material.

Of writing songs, Taylor says, “Each word is a world waiting to swallow me whole. I get drunk off the pitter patter poetry of lines that root me to the cold, unforgiving ground, all at once, drowning me in the violent beautiful futility of humanity, yet, also, set fire to my eyes, sending me swirling and whirling, floating blind and thoughtless through the maze of the mind. I want the words to explode bloody in all their truth, for better or worse. Vivid images dripping with feeling bursting like lightbulbs in the back of the head.” Enough said. Train thundering. Sparks raining down.

​-Anna Tivel​