He ain't pretty, and can't really carry a tune, but 'Mean' J.D. fronts the Shaky Gallows House Band with a voice that has been described as the wrath of God on a cold winter's night. Part prophet, part pusher, he is an enigima wrapped in a riddle, served on a bun of sarcasm, with a side despair.
Thoughts on the SGBH...
"We've come along way since the early days. It seems like we've played every cheap gin joint on the outskirts of every small town. We've fought the law, the man, and the bottle, and not necessarily in that order. We're not great songwriters, and hell, we can barely these instruments, but the music is honest and unflinching. As long as Shakes and I don't kill each other in a classic gunslinger shootout outside of a dusty old saloon, we'll keep writing, and keep singing. Cause that's what we do."