Having gone ten rounds battling everything from self-doubt to self-destructive behavior, F. Scott has seen music as his lifeblood for as long as he can remember.
Five years ago, with both feet firmly planted on the ground and his wife by his side, he penned a song entitled “Stevie Girl,” for his then unborn daughter, and saddled back up for a different kind of trip down the lost highway.
Knowing that it would be the sum of all parts that would make his freight train of fury undeniably electrifying, F. Scott gathered his best boys and formed The Nighthawks to accompany him on the ride.
Set against a backdrop of big bang’n drums, drivin’ guitars, clanking keys, brassy sax, and plenty of harmonica, this band of barn burning brothers exists at a crossroads between outlaw country, Americana, punk rock, and good old-fashioned rock n’ roll.
Powered by true blue friendship and a yearning to recount human stories about family, love, loss, and redemption, F. Scott and The Nighthawks are both the warm embrace you long for when you’re out drowning your sorrows and the lightning that ignites the most memorable of freewheelin’ good times.
Best experienced live in a back room bar someplace with a whiskey in hand, sweatin’, laughin’, and stompin’ till the floorboards splinter at the break of dawn on what started out as just another Saturday night, F. Scott and The Nighthawks invite you to find comfort in kinship, a fire in your belly, and to get high as a Muskoka pine.
Love lives and so does Rock N’ Roll – F. Scott
