William Elliott Whitmore On Tour…Finally

The last time that I saw him live was in 2009, but no matter how many times I hear the man sing, he never fails to emotionally manhandle me. He’s William Elliott Whitmore: an Iowan son and a man born of the roots and rich soil of his Iowa. With a voice of pure and unadulterated blues and folk, wrapped with rugged rasp and soul that one might think was honed half a decade at the foot of Ray Charles and the temple of Jim Beam, Whitmore shines a warm level of beauty, sincerity and depth on music that’s far more aged than he actually is.

His songs are natural and speak to and of the land that he obviously loves so much; it’s his most fertile source of inspiration. Basically, Whitmore sings of life as he knows it, sees it, feels it; there’s pain, joy, and the complexity of the human condition simply spoken not only with words, but with every pick of his banjo or strum of his guitar, and whether you live in New York City or Phenix City, AL the pictures that he paints are crop fields to wander through just waiting for the listener to harvest.