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THE WEBER BROTHERS

FRIDAY, MAY 1 • 8:00 PM
Market Hall

On May 1, 2026, the lights go down at the Market Hall Performing Arts Centre and the amps fire up for a band that treats rock and roll less like a genre and more like a sworn oath. For The Weber Brothers, it’s never been about chasing trends — it’s about chasing the sound that first shook them to the core.

Long before they were road warriors with nearly two decades of touring under their belts, brothers Ryan and Sam Weber were just kids on a pilgrimage to meet their hero, Ronnie Hawkins. That teenage devotion turned into destiny when they earned spots in Hawkins’ legendary Hawks, absorbing firsthand the grit and groove that helped shape rock’s foundation. It’s the kind of origin story that feels almost mythic — and in their case, it’s true.

By their early twenties, the Webers were already sharing stages with icons. Twenty-five years, 18 independent albums, and countless miles later, they’ve become one of the most relentless live acts on the circuit, tearing through North America and Europe either as a full-bore electric unit or in a stripped-down, sweat-soaked duo faceoff. They’ve taken part in tributes at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame honoring pioneers like Chuck Berry, and collaborated with heavyweights ranging from Gordon Lightfoot to Willie Nelson.

“The Weber Brothers are the ultimate roots band, playing, writing and doing it all,” says music journalist Bob Mersereau. And when a legend like Garth Hudson offers praise — “Enthusiasm… energy-wise the band is great… We know they’re great.” — you take it as gospel.

Maybe the highest compliment came from Hawkins himself, who once quipped that with the Webers by his side in 1952, Elvis Presley might’ve been carrying the gear instead of changing music history.

Hyperbole? Maybe. But on stage, The Weber Brothers make a convincing case. Their shows aren’t nostalgia trips — they’re revival meetings. Guitars slash, harmonies lock tight, and the rhythm section drives like a freight train with no brakes. If you believe rock and roll is supposed to rattle your ribs and raise your pulse, May 1 isn’t just another date on the calendar. It’s testimony that the flame still burns — loud, proud, and unapologetically alive.