"If my Grandma was still alive, she’d be sipping a brandy at the bar with Mumblin’ Drew’s Old Fangled Orchestra. She was around when the Titanic went down, but I’m here now, watching and listening to what goes down at the White Squirrel on the second Monday of the month. It’s a killer stew of the sacred and profane. A turn-on-dime, top-shelf band playing rags and waltzes, odes to misplaced love and drunken abandon, plus a longer list of hotdog songs than any one thought possible, even in their wildest dreams."
-Scott Vetsch (Poet, Storyteller)
“Will you guys play at my funeral? I'm 81 years old and I haven't heard music like that since I was 15”
-Unknown Man At 331 Club