Fur and Steve seemed to have been moving on parallel courses until they bumped smack-dab into each other onstage in Los Angeles in 2003. Their lives before then had led each around the world playing music. That rainy night the two travelers met, and kindred spirits now connected, they have been performing together ever since.

Fur is a hand-crafted songwriter and angel-voiced cowgirl. She gathers her musical influences from Gillian Welch, June and Mother Maybelle Carter, Hazel Dickens, and Johnny Cash. As a teen, she cut her teeth singing in church and winning musical contests. Fur has played rockabilly and hard driving country music with Los Angeles bands the Hollywood Hillbilly's and the Screamin' Sirens. She's lived and played in Austin, New York, and has toured Europe on bass with Psycho-punk legends the Cramps. Fur's songs come straight out of her heart. Her voice is playful, melodious and seductive. When she sings you a story of hope and heartache you know she has traveled every mile of that journey. Fur is the voice of an old friend, heard across a campfire on a starry night, a voice that calls upon ghosts of another time, when the Carters and the Stanleys sang those same truths around the home fires of their beloved hills.

Steve is an unrepentant Harley-riding, hard-traveling folksinger. He is a Flat-pickin', Travis-pickin' son of a gun and his original songs have the timeless quality of classic folk songs. Steve made his name as guitarist and bandleader for original fifties rockabilly singers like Glen Glenn, Ray Campi, Johnny Legend, Tony "Wildman" Conn, Sonny Burgess and Tommy Sands. He’s played Lollapalooza and opened for Bob Dylan. His first album, Biker Campfire, has become a staple in the motorcycle world. The songs he wrote for expatriot American rocker John Whiteleather, in Sweden, scored on the charts all over Europe, where he travels frequently. Yet, for all that rockin, folk music has always been his first love, his heart and his home. With his trusty Martin HD-28 He's played all over the world from Japan to Europe and all across the USA. An old-school troubadour trained in the ways of his heroes Woody Guthrie and Ramblin' Jack Elliott, Steve keeps that grand tradition alive in fine rough and rowdy style.

Together, Fur and Steve are a combination that can’t be matched. In their guitars there’s the smoke of a thousand campfires. When they sing harmony it’ll raise the hair on your arms. Listen to their words and you’ll want to pack up, climb into the back of their pickup truck and head out for a musical joyride down the dusty highways and backroads of the American west.

Here's what the Pasadena Weekly wrote about us!

SINGING FOR SUPPER
Fur Dixon & Steve Werner play rough and rowdy
at Old Towne Pub

By Bliss

Talk about singing for your supper: Former Cramps bassist Fur Dixon did
just that for three years, busking at farmers' markets around Los
Angeles and living, with her kid, "really close to the bone."

Then she hooked up with tattooed, Harley-riding, guitar-banging rowdy
Steve Werner  at a show at North Hollywood's Hot Wired Cafe in February
2003; an email exchange or two later, they started playing together and
life got even more interesting.

Dixon was an active member of LA's roots/punk scene in the 1980s, first
as a member of the Screaming Sirens (alongside Pasadena Weekly
contributing writer Pleasant Gehman) and the still-revered
psycho-hillbilly-surf band Hollywood Hillbillys, then with the Cramps.
After spending several years in other locales, she returned to LA about
seven years ago.

Living wasn't easy. It's still challenging, but joining forces with
Werner has improved both their fortunes. Werner estimates they played
about 100 gigs last year, "ranging from clubs to farmers' markets to
kids' parties, and everything in between." Consequently their audience
runs from crazy-haired punk kids to mellower fans, plus a number of
respected  LA musicians.

They've self-released one CD, "Live On the Nixon Tapes" - essentially an
edited recording of their appearance on DJ Tom Nixon's now defunct KPFK
radio show. Their songs are peopled by colorful, often wisecracking
hobos, ghosts, hard travelers and whores. Songs like "Reputation of a
Rambler"  (since recorded by a Swedish bluegrass band) and "Every Day a
Different Journey" (written by Werner after playing a Fourth of July
party at a nude beach in Santa Cruz) grew out of Werner's admittedly
crazy post-divorce days of obsessive running around on the road, when he
was trying to emulate heroes Woody Guthrie and Ramblin' Jack Elliott
(or at least the way he thought they'd behaved). He and Dixon
hope to record a second album this fall.

Despite their material's street-level grit, its acoustic nature lumps
them into the widely misunderstood folk category - a connotation Dixon
rightfully insists "needs deciphering."

"Back in the real day, folk singing wasn't the kind of pussy vocation
that it eventually came to be represented as," explains Werner. "It was
a real hardcore deal back in the '30s and '40s. It was playing in real
rough bars all across the country, and the guys that came out of that
were rough, tough guys."

"Playing," Dixon points out, "for food."