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, intermediate kazooist, class clown
Jeannie McKenzie
fiddler, vocalist, plant specialist (not that kind), healer, emotional mechanic, sweetheart
Josh Linhart
drummer, underpaid roadie, unofficial sound guy, hair stylist, resident Nice Guy
John Tirone
upright bassist, heartbeat, rock, actual mechanic, most appropriate language
