The Band
Playing the honkiest of tonk for saints and sinners alike.
Little is known about the honky tonk band Buddy Wackett and the Floorwalkers. It’s hard to get a straight answer out of the group as to where they’re from exactly, but it’s rumoured that they live together in a run-down cabin deep in the backwoods of Parson, British Columbia. The band consists of five members: Buddy Wackett on the pedal steel guitar and lead vocals, Travis Ryan Stone on acoustic guitar and vocals, Dicky Rymans on electric guitar and vocals, Jackson Bakersfield on the bass, and April May June on fiddle.
Buddy Wackett and the Floorwalkers try to stick true to their roots and tend to play the purest of honky tonk. But they’re not just hardened outlaws. There’s a soft spot within each one of ‘em, and they’ve been known to throw a waltz or two into their sets.
Nothing melts a Floorwalkers heart more than lookin’ out on the dance floor and seein’ a few cowpokes holding each other tight.
The Story
Strap on your spurs and tighten your bolo tie, this is one hell of a story.
The band’s leader, Buddy, called in from the Parson Store on a payphone for a quick chat and briefly explained how the band came together.
Buddy was born in a boxcar heading south and taught to play the pedal steel guitar from a one armed player named Rusty Rey. Now, Buddy was a bit of wanderer, and as he does,, he was hitchin’ a ride on ‘ol Route 95 when he was picked up by a long haul trucker by the name of Travis Ryan Stone. They bonded over honky tonk music, cheap cigarettes and a love of the road. They’ve been playing together ever since.
Out on one of their many a trips, Buddy and Travis were rode hard and put up wet looking for a bunkhouse to rest their heads, when they came across a man by the name of Gary Dreams busking on the street as a one man band. They figured, if he could play all those instruments, they’d be damned if he couldn’t play bass in a honky tonk band.
Gary told the boys about a feller he knew, an old washed up lounge singer with ambitions of playing and singing in a good ol’ country band. And now although Dicky Rymans might be a bit of a four-flusher, Gary swore up and down the valley he was the right man for the band.
They all got together for their first jam and have been inseparable since that moment. The group had been holed up in the cabin that they’d been squattin’ in for almost a year when a bedraggled prospector by the name of Richard Nightman came knockin’ on their door. They couldn’t believe it, the man could play the gold pan better than any drummer they’d ever heard.
Ever since, they’ve been Buddy Wackett and the Floorwalkers. Spending their days in the valley, playin’ music, huntin’, fishin’ and tendin’ to the cabin.