TRUTH.
He’s the voice, the words, and the spark that lit this fire. A songwriter who turns life’s mess into melody — rough around the edges, smooth in all the right places.

BASS.
Low-end outlaw with a steady hand. Keeps it tight, keeps it smooth, never breaks a sweat. The kind of groove that makes everything else make sense.

PIANO.
The quiet killer on the keys. Cool as a midnight breeze, slick as an old record. When Jeff locks in, time slows down just to listen.

DRUMS.
Rhythm mechanic with a grin that says “hold on.” Drives the whole damn machine — loud, loose, and always in control. When Wes hits, you feel it in your bones.