One dark and stormy night, at the junk yard looking for parts, Corwin Bolt encountered a group of lost Wingnuts.  Each one with an instrument in hand, they needed a banjo player to complete their group and fulfill their destiny.  Instead, they met Corwin, and the rest is history.

Since that fateful day, Corwin Bolt & The Wingnuts have been haunting halls with junkyard jazz and leaving dismantled chords, ragtime residue, and crushed beer cans in their wake.  May the screwloose melodies put a little extra fizz in your drink and a little stagger in your swagger.