Beware hipsters … Dwight Dickinson is prepared to put you in his cross-hairs with his unique brand of stand-up comedy and country music.

Dwight Dickinson is the self-proclaimed King of the Gresham Country Sound. His Brand of Cow Punk and Stand up Comedy takes aim at conservative, liberals, and overall political correctness. And on top of that, he actually plays country music.

The night also included several support acts. Second on the bill was the Mormon Trannys. You can’t say enough about the talent spewing from this group of Christian misfits. Their stage show is the same as any MT stage show: energetic, engaging, and outlandish. If you are a fan of punk, you will want to catch a live show with the Mormon Trannys. The Prophet Josephina Smith, Elder Bring ‘Em Hung, and Elder Tits Romney… what’s not to like about a street worthy punk band with names like those.

Raw Dog and The Close Calls were second to take the stage. Portland-based Kyle Page (guitar), Paul Calhoun (bass), and Seth Troublefield (drums) riled up fans with their unique garage punk sound. Raw, simple, and in your face.

Opening the night was Erik Anarchy. Erik, along with Victor Morningstar on bass, played their set without drums. His music might be described as a poetry slam accompanied by punk and metal guitar, as he voices his discontent with the world and comments on the curious aspects of our society.

Our photographer, William Riddle, was on hand to capture the night.

Dwight Dickinson
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Mormon Trannys
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Raw Dog and The Close Calls
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Erik Anarchy
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About The Author

Born and raised in South Detroit, Michigan, William Riddle has been documenting national and local musicians across the United States through the lens. With a passion for the arts, he has produced contributions in support of musicians, artists and local art galleries throughout the country. William is currently residing in the Pacific North West capturing moments through the lens lost only to time.