About

Commanding the same 6 string he’s been playing since college, Paul’s guitar playing matches his songwriting like a hand in a glove.  Controlled, emotive, and precise playing match original narratives that pivot from clever, to sweet, to raw.  With chops and a voice that can hold up perfectly well as a solo act, in a band setting, Paul can spread his wings and dig deep into leads, fills, and take a tune from campfire jam to center stage.  His musical history includes a somewhat unlikely Punk chapter with Ready Steady Torpedo in addition to successful solo work.  Paul hails from the Lanesville Nook of Gloucester.  

Armed with 7 chords and a rhyming dictionary, Beverly’s Doug Turnbull can just barely consider himself a singer/songwriter.  He is a veteran of the Boston roots scene, as the longtime frontman of Creek River String Band.  With a voice more powerful than controlled, an ear for harmony, a foot that needs to tap, and a near inability to take anything seriously, he has neither pride nor shame.   The nicest thing anyone has ever said about his songwriting is that it’s idiosyncratic.   He takes that as a compliment because he keeps forgetting to look it up to see what it actually means.   

Gloucesterite Carl somewhat reluctantly swapped his humbuckers for brushes and his amp for a wooden drum kit he designed and built using the computer.  In addition to being technologically literate, he can lay down a hell of a beat that keeps the train on the track (for our railroad themed set), keeps the rest of the fellas pulling their oars in time (for nautical numbers), and keeps all of our our hearts going on (for our Celine Dion covers). Carl is also the brains behind our recording and live sound efforts.  He’s performed with Flannel Friday (formerly known as Kühnsland Band), Emberset, The Hate Game, and The Minus Scale. 

A man of sonic extremes, bass player Jim Kuhns thumps out the low notes while filling in the wine glass-breaking high harmonies you thought only Mariah Carey could hit.  Though the middle octaves are dead to him, his bass truly anchors WhiskeyTalk’s sound.  Wailing on the Gibson since before the rest of the fellas were a glimmer in their fathers eyes, Jim has the maturity as a musician to tastefully bring it all together.  Outside of music, he has the immaturity to give everyone hope that they, too, may someday never grow up.  An alum of the Flannel Friday (formerly known as Kühnsland Band), Jim hangs his hat in Gloucester.  He lives there too.