With the seal of approval of Nashville’s coolest couple Margo Price and Jeremy Ivey,
Dillon Warnek has emerged as one of Music City’s most skillful new songwriters, writing
with all the verve and attitude of Warren Zevon. Rolling Stone raved that his debut
album Now That It’s All Over was full of “wry character studies about con artists and
dead men.” That’s true: Warnek — a construction worker by day, piano balladeer at
night — revels in such tales. He immerses himself in reckless evenings of spending
other people’s money, in hazy mornings waking up in a strange woman’s trailer, and in
fantasies about keeling over with far too many secrets to reveal. Onstage, Warnek holds
court at his keyboard, mixing wry anecdotes in with his subversive lyricism. Some say
there are no good piano men like Randy Newman anymore. But they just haven’t seen
Dillon Warnek.
