Hailing from the gutters of Lake County, Florida, Zachary Westervelt got his musical start clanging a tin cup against the bars of his child-sized birdcage, and became quite adapt at tapping out rhythms with old discarded rib bones. After being Shanghaied by river pirates and forced to learn guitar at knife-point for their amusement, Zachary parlayed his musical trauma into a lucrative career. With a sound like a Merle Haggard record played at the wrong speed in the back of an all-night laundromat, Zachary is sure to provide the okay’est melodies to ever grace your ear holes.