The Sundogs are a four-piece cover band based in Fitchburg, WI.  We specialize in fun classic rock and pop-rock tunes from the 60s, 70s, 80s, 90s, and yes, even the present.  We’re especially fond of the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Cars,  Creedence Clearwater Revival, Eric Clapton, the Eagles, and other guitar-oriented bands of that era.  We’ve been told by many of our enthusiastic fans, which range from college students to Baby Boomers, that we play “just the right stuff” from the Golden Age of rock.  But a growing number of our songs are drawn from the past few years:  Oasis, Green Day, Fastball, Semisonic.

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The Sundogs are

• Jon Martin— lead vocals, rhythm guitar, and dead-on Mick Jagger impressionist.
• Grant Petty— lead guitar, backing vocals, and not-so-dead-on Eric Clapton impressionist.
• Graham Judson— bassist extraordinaire; backing vocals.
• John Weekes– recruited to replace our departing long-time drummer Lane Thompson just prior to the COVID lockdown in spring 2020, he’s a true pro, and we can hardly wait to play out with him more in 2021.
  

By day (and often night as well), the two founding members Jon and Grant are professors of meteorology at the University of Wisconsin-Madison.  In fact, a fair number of the people who turn up at a Sundogs gig are students who don’t believe the rumors that professors are in a rock band and want to see for themselves.  Graham works for Thermo Fisher Scientific and drives all the way up from Janesville for practice and gigs, and we’re pretty sure Lane is a professional trout stream inspector or something, but that’s really just a guess.

On balance, we’re a motley bunch of mostly white-collar establishment types for whom playing in a rock band is an adolescent fantasy come true.   Other guys our age fuss over their lawns, their boats, or their stamp collections.  We, on the other hand, blow off stress by turning our amps to eleven and belting out Revolution or Fortunate Son.  

If you’ve read this far, you probably suspect us of being total hacks.  But au contraire, we are at worst only partial hacks, as demonstrated by the fact that people sometimes press money into our hands to thank us for playing!   At least that’s what we think they’re saying.   Hard to tell when their speech is slurred like that.