what's with the name?
No, we’re not from France. And no, we’re not actually that dirty (most days). The name comes from Asheville’s beloved and notoriously funky French Broad River — a wild, winding, questionably swimmable stretch of water that locals know and love. It’s muddy. It’s unpredictable. It’s (usually) got character. Kind of like us.
The Dirty French Broads started as a joke… and stuck like river muck on your Chacos. It’s a tribute to where we’re from, how we roll, and the spirit we bring to every show - playful, unfiltered, and proudly homegrown.
It also happens to be the exact kind of name that makes your grandma raise an eyebrow and your weird uncle buy a T-shirt. It gets a laugh, starts a conversation, and tells you everything you need to know — we don’t take ourselves too seriously, but we do take having a damn good time seriously.
So no, we’re not a burlesque troupe (unless you want us to be). It’s a nod to our roots, our river, and every slightly unhinged porch party that ever turned into a full-blown jam session. If that makes us a little dirty, sue us! (please don’t though actually if you could just buy a CD that would be stellar).
meet the Broads!
Kate Thomas
singer, songwriter, guitarist, foot tammer, manager, booker, over-sharer, class clown
Josh Linhart
drummer, underpaid roadie, unofficial sound guy, hair stylist, resident Nice Guy
Jeannie McKenzie
fiddler, vocalist, sound healer,
plant specialist (not that kind), emotional mechanic, resident sweetheart
John Tirone
upright bassist, bringer of the groove, actual mechanic, sometimes funnier than Kate, most appropriate language
Kevin Adams
shredder of guitar, dobro, anything w/ strings, curator of good vibes + good times, official opener of another bottle of wine
Sara Adams
the glue, the glam, the queen herself,
filler of bellies + hearts, official sender of Kevin to fetch another bottle of wine