Bio

Even to the fully initiated, M.Ward comes off like a mysterious enigma, a half-named troubadour with an otherworldly voice and an old time sensibility. Catching M. Ward live in a smoky club can be a thrilling experience. He leaves his audience bewildered and intoxicated — delicate melodies, intricate guitar picking and honeyed vocals are delivered without pretense by a friendly, self-effacing character with his hat pulled down low and his guitar held high. M.Ward is a modern day anomaly. He’s a skinny kid from Southern California, now settled in Portland, Oregon, with an impressive knack for writing the kinds of songs normally heard on the front porches of Louisiana back when families gathered around the radio instead of the TV…