Weston Dillon Gentry (born in Decatur, Texas) is a Texas country music artist. Weston is real honest to goodness country from the top of his hat to the bottom of his snakeskin boots. His desire is to keep country music real and somebody’s gotta do it! Music has always been in his soul-at a young age he remembers listening to his father’s band practice into the morning hours and he knew one day he would make music as well.
Teaching himself to play guitar in 2008, Weston moved on to songwriting-writing over 60 songs in 2010. Naturally the next step was performance, new to the Texas music scene, Weston is leaving his mark on Fort Worth and the surrounding cities. COME SUPPORT HIM AT A LIVE SHOW and you will hear a genuine sound that is raw and real. Besides, if a musician cannot entertain with just an old guitar and a mic he is not worth his salt!
Weston has released God made me from Red Dirt EP in 2011 which features 4 originally penned songs and a tribute song “Backslider Blues” (Jason Boland and the Stragglers). Weston is currently working on an album full of ‘originals’. He hopes this will bring a fresh sound to Texas country
Weston dreams of bringing quality Texas country music to the masses. This “pop” music garbage that mainstream country is shoving down everyone’s throat has had it’s heyday. It’s time to take country music back to it’s roots. But in the meantime you can find Weston performing locally around the Fort Worth area.
I remember as a 5 year old boy watching George Straight in concert and all I wanted was to one day be on that stage. As a kid in the little one horse Texas town of Cottondale it was rare to see me in anything but my boots and wranglers and a dirty t-shirt. Five years old looking out the back window of our car my world would be turned upside down. I knew my mom and dad argued but this time was different. Momma didn't look in the greatest of spirits and Dad was in the middle of the road screaming at the top of his lungs as we were driving away in the car. What I saw next really lingered with me for a long time. He took his shotgun and pointed it in the air, a shot rang out through the night air. It wasn't pointed in our direction but I thought maybe it was pointed at him. Thank God it wasn't! That's the last time we were together as a family.
The next 12 years are a blur to me! It all happened so fast. My momma struggled trying to juggle a full-time job, a full-time college schedule and no doubt a FULL-TIME rascal! Money came hard and opportunities were few but strong will and determination shined on my momma as every day was a balancing act that would take us from government housing to a gated community. Thank God for a good family. Our family has always been close and my grandparents were instrumental in my raising. Doomed to be an every other weekend handoff I spent a lot of time out in the country with my Dad. I would come down during the summers and hunt, and camp, and fish and grew to love the simple lifestyle of country living. I grew up in band practice somewhere or the other all the time it seemed. Whether it was with my Dad in one of his country western bands or with my mom at one of her rocker boyfriends rehearsal's. None the less both of my parents loved music and naturally I did too.
I started singing at a very young age but it wasn't until I was 8 years old that I finally sang in public for the first time. I sang a Garth Brooks song, "I Will Sail My Vessel." The thrill of touching an audience through music resonated with me so much that night and since then that's exactly what I've been trying to do. Unfortunately the storms of life blew me the wrong direction and by the time I was 16 years old I had experimented and addicted myself to illicit drugs most grown men have not dabbled in. I hated school so bad I stopped going. For two months I woke up each day and got dressed for school but once my car was out of sight I was headed to my dealers. Drugs and alcohol and wild parties consumed my life so much that every waking moment was in pursuit of the next high. Momma came to me one evening after discovering a powdery remains left on a mirror in my room. It was that night my life would drastically change. Momma could no longer let me go this way. I can still see her tears as she told me that she couldn't handle me anymore. I left that night in pursuit of doing it on my own. I moved in with some older friends in their apartment and sold speakers out of the back of a van for pocket change. I went back to school briefly my sophomore year only to find myself in an alternative education program cubicle almost every day for fighting and/or skipping. I was expelled from school for a fight I was involved in with a teacher's 18 year old son. His punishment was the beating I gave him and my punishment was the expulsion they gave me. I lived on my own for almost two years with no schooling. I had a 9th grade education with no future other than a life of misery and futility, with no direction. BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED ONE NIGHT THAT WOULD FOREVER CHANGE MY LIFE… I asked God for forgiveness!