Welcome to Florida is New Hampshire's hottest musical supergroup, composed of four of the most talented 20-something natives from the State. Since the year 2001, WTF has been rocking the Northeast all the way from Maine to D.C. As the new century has rolled onwards, the band has continued to hone its funk-rock-pop and has issued five albums of all original songs. WTF's ever-growing fan base agrees that this is one of the most intriguing and promising groups in recent memory, so take some time to get yourself acquainted with the men (and the boy) behind the music.

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Wesley "140-Pounder Flounder" Chisholm is one of WTF's two lead singers, guitarists, and main songwriters. Wes lives in Sharon, NH, where WTF recorded and mixed three of their albums and where they frequently rehearse. Wes finds musical inspiration in life's simplest offerings: a whistling breeze, a tweeting songbird, or the farty sound that you can make when you lick your hand and squeeze it under your armpit a bunch of times.
J.Z. "Knock-Out Trout" MacMartin plays the drums and, therefore, is the most attractive band member. J.Z., or "the Jiggaman," calls Wilton, NH, home, but frequently pilots his twin-engine sea plane to undisclosed South American locales to acquire new items for his "souvenir" collection. He also likes to spend time working at his dayspa, whose new gift cards are great for Valentine's Day(hint hint).
Duncan "Great White" Pelletier is the band's other lead singer, guitarist, and main songwriter. Duncan, or D-Money as he is sometimes known, also fancies tickling the ivories, honking the harp, slapping the skins, and squeezing the plastic (I don't know what that last one means). Duncan's hobbies include frisby-golf, golf-soccer, soccer-teeball, teeball-frisby, stamp-collecting, and soccer-stamp-collecting.
Christopher "Snarlin' Marlin" Reilly keeps the low notes fresh and funky for Welcome to Florida. Hailing from Nashua, NH, he is the band's self-appointed connection to the "world of the street," a title that he earned by once being laughed at by a gang of riff raff and street rats after getting his tongue frozen to a steetlamp in a run-down neighborhood. In his free time, Reilly "keeps it real" by reading his original poetry to the deaf and by teaching sign language to the blind (no one has the heart to tell him that he's an idiot).