To many, The Weber Brothers are the baddest band in the land. To many more their story sits like an ancient volume in an old bookstore, dust covered, tucked away behind hundreds of newer, shinier books. Untouched. Waiting to be discovered.
The two brothers from Baltimore, MD, Ryan and Sam Weber, were hell-bent on achieving rock n’ roll greatness. Their teenage years were spent playing in dives underage before getting up for school the next day and later a pilgrimage to the home of their hero, Ronnie Hawkins, leaving behind all they knew for the chance to learn from a master and further rising through the ranks of one of the most storied bands in rock music, thus becoming part of its very history. A lifetime of slugging it out in the proverbial pit that is the music business.
Call it bearing the torch passed to them from numerous rock icons with whom they’ve shared the stage – Ronnie Hawkins, Levon Helm, Garth Hudson, Johnnie Johnson, Kris Kristofferson, and more. Call it tenacity, passion, desire, need. The Weber Brothers aren’t in this for fame, for money, to be ‘cool’, to belong to a clique, to party. They’re in this for one reason – to be the best.
Rounding out the Weber Brothers band are keyboardist extraordinaire and longtime partner in crime Shai “Cookie” Peer and young hot-shot drummer Marcus Browne.
Opening for the Weber Brothers are four childhood pals from Peterborough who became four manchild pals from Ottawa who became the four Fathers of Modern Rocketry.