Son Huffmon & The Western Effects
Ready?  Got your beer?  Got your whiskey?  

In between two mountain ranges, where nothing ever really changes, there are four friends that are standing up and
raising some hell in the stagnant, boredom infested musical community of Alamogordo, New Mexico.  

Son Huffmon and The Western Effects have been around for some time.  The concept, attitude, the vision was born
in Alamogordo around the 1980’s and has been spread through the mid-west and all points between.  This constant
vision and attitude comes from the heart and soul of Mr. Son Huffmon, who loves his music, family and friends, but
will not put up with any crap that stands in his way of making music, upholding the tradition of good ol’ kick ass music,
ranging from the timeless classics to some soon to be classics.  Sitting back in his chair, enjoying a cold one,
listening to the band’s latest performance, “You know, it’s a beautiful thing.  As soon as you walk into a bar, the
energy you receive from the place, watching everybody watching you, just carrying in your guitar case…people just
can’t help themselves and rush to meet and talk with you and want to be part of the gig.”

Ready for another beer?  Whiskey?  You're going to need it!!  Go ahead on…

Very similar to a popular classic rock band, the current band lineup came together very much the same way.  Rob
knew Jack, and Jack knew Son, and Son played with Roy who also had played with Jack.  Jack had played with Rob,
but didn't know that Son knew Jack.  Rob didn't know that Jack had played with Roy, but knew Jack played with Son,
but Rob still didn't know who the hell Roy was.  Son sat in with Rob, but didn't know that he knew Jack and that Jack
played with Roy or with Son.  

Lost?  Have another and if you’re still scratching your head consider this…it’ll come to you!

What distinguishes Son Huffmon and The Western Effects music is by it’s definition of country and inner soul, it
evidences itself in a greater concern for keeping the music and it’s heart from driving the death nails from going
further into the “corporate” annuals of land barren tombstones, filled with land mines and death traps, set in place by
the blue collar, music envy, dollar driven sharks that have no clue of what country music’s about.  

Ready for another round?  Consider this…If you can think of any music loving band, and then practically, hell any
band that is working in the same general territory, if you really can nowadays with as much heart and soul…hell, It’ll
drive you to drink, start your own band, almost go “postal” if you think about it too much.  So with that, think I’ll have
another one myself…cheers!

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