Chris Schuette – Indiebear Music
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  • May7th

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    Someone from Minnesota won the $180 Million Powerball thingie last week. I love it when Minnesotans win the lottery. Most of them plan to pay off their boat and maybe fix up their cabin if they can get time off from work. They look like nice people though.

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    Good news: You have more money than you’ll ever need. Bad News: you kinda look like Les Nessman

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    Speaking of my unhealthy obsession with old TV shows, I should probably admit that I used to rot my brain watching Gilligan’s Island. Hey, it was the 70′s and I was into some weird stuff, OK? Well, The Professor was played by an actor named Russell Johnson, who was also in like, EVERY Twilight Zone episode (OK, just two.) My cursory review of Mr. Johnson’s Wikipedia entry revealed the words no one wants to see in their bio:

    Russell Johnson

    On the one hand, you’re famous enough to have a Wikipedia entry. Unfortunately, some people were really hoping that you were slightly more homicidal. That has to be tough at parties; “Oh, you’re the actor, NOT the killer? Well, I knew I recognized you from somewhere. Yeah, I gotta go.”

    I’m fortunate enough to have one of those names that is shared by relatively few people. A Google search reveals that my vaguely humorous name is shared by an actor, an attorney, a High School track star, and a whole mess o’ Germans. I’ve never heard from any of these people, but I bet we all hope that each of us behaves ourselves.

    So far, so good, but I’m keeping an eye on that attorney.

  • May6th

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    Sometimes Patty and I like to refer to the dogs as “Pooch #1″ and “Pooch #2;” just to let them know who REALLY assigns the names around here. Lately, Bear has been acting a lot like #2. He was playing with a piece of string this past weekend while Patty & I looked on with resigned boredom or unbridled enthusiasm. (We’re Minnesotans and we frequently mistake the two emotions.) We turned away for exactly one minute and he actually swallowed the string. We know this because after I turned off my stopwatch, the string was gone.

    [singlepic=62,320,240,,right]Well, I had no intention of removing string from an utterly horrible location at a future time…possibly while neighbor children looked on. So we figured it was time yet again to make a dog barf. I’ve had to do this once before with Indie, but Bear is a bigger dog. I led him outside and gave him several squirts of hydrogen peroxide to swallow. Quoting one of my favorite Futurama characters, I implored that he “barf like a freshman.” (Patty stares at me blankly when I say stuff like that; it’s a thing we have.) Soon enough, the string re-appeared and I performed the invigorating task of clearing away the awful barful remnants. Bear is fine, but still a little dumb.

    We had another little animal-related incident in the house. Our cat, Jackson, who is the size of several old Volkswagens and twice as smelly, managed to do a little kitty demolition. The cat-room is a small closet underneath the stairs. There is a cat-door in the drywall which we typically lock at night to keep them from messing with our copies of the “Old West” series of books from Time-Life. (Did you know that John Wesley Hardin was so mean, he once shot a man just for snoring too loud?) Well, Jackson actually managed to push the cat door out of the wall. I’ll say that again ’cause it’s creepy: [singlepic=63,160,120,,left]“he pushed the cat-door out of the wall!” I’m sorry, but if we have cats that can burst through walls, we’re screwed! In his defense, I pretty much had the door connected with duct tape and spit, so I’m surprised this didn’t happen sooner. I’ve reinstalled the cat door and reinforced the frame so Jackson the Wonder Manatee should stay where he belongs.

    Some people would say I should keep a better eye on my pets. I still don’t know where the hell they get these ideas.

  • April11th

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    Well, no one ever accused Venezuelan President Hugo Chavez of keeping up with the times. According to a recent article from Fox News (I couldn’t find anything in the non-fascist media,) Mr. Chavez has banned The Simpsons from being broadcast in his country, stating that it is a “bad influence.” I guess we should congratulate him. By finally reaching a 1990 level of cultural awareness, he has managed to achieve what all the clucking Midwestern busybodies of Pre-Clinton America could not. Hopefully, he can also ban all of those Bart Simpson T-Shirts and Hammer Pants that are all the rage right now.

    The Simpsons

    Apparently, this is the family being referred to…

    Oh, and you want to know which show has replaced The Simpsons on Venezuelan television? Baywatch Hawaii.

    I swear, sometimes this crap writes itself.

     

     

  • April7th

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    I started my new job last Thursday after taking some much needed time off. I say “time off” and not “vacation” because I basically remained in the same zip code and I wasn’t able to avoid yard clean-up. Believe me, I tried. It was great. I got to play more with Indie & Bear, who were mildly surprised, since they usually think of me as “Slightly Taller Foodbringer Who Is Rarely Around.”

    Patty was kind enough to compile a list of chores for me. Yes, I said “chores,” because apparently we live on a farm now. I took a look at the list, and I gotta tell you, she was WAY off. Most of the items on the list seem to require some type of home improvement skill…and what the hell is a “broom?” Seriously, I did a few of the chores before tedium edged out boredom. Didn’t take long, though.

    Patty & I also did something a little revolutionary…well, its revolutionary for us. We actually canceled our cable. Honestly, we don’t watch much except for That’s My Mama and that episode of The Brady Bunch where Greg is kinda high. It’s a weird experience when you tell the Comcast Rep you want to cancel cable; they never seem to hear you correctly the first time. “You want to do what with the what now?” And I get the sneaking suspicion that every time someone cancels cable, some sales rep gets smacked around a bit. I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible.

    I also managed to do a little more recording in my home studio. I plan to have some new music up soon. As soon as I can get everything to stop sounding like Kraftwerk, I’ll let you know.

    This could take awhile.

  • March28th

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    Today is my last day at work. I planned to write something oh-so-damn-humorous by referencing “Lastday” in the 1976 film, Logan’s Run. Yeah, I gotta be honest here, I haven’t seen Logan’s Run in ages, and I’m pretty sure I would screw up a reference to it. I know, it’s a bit of 1970′s pop culture and I’m usually pretty good at that kind of thing.

    All right; I’ll give it a shot. Um, let’s see: My crystal is glowing? No? OK, how ’bout, Michael York is picking me up and we’re stopping by Farrah Fawcett’s place to have fish and plankton and sea greens and protein from the sea? That sucked too? Well, the hell with it; I’ll just try to find some Sanctuary and work on my Peter Ustinov impersonation.

    OK, hopefully you’re both still with me. As I stated, today is my last day at work. I’ve had this job for almost five years, so I’ve managed to get attached to the people I work with. It’ll be tough to leave that. They did get me a card though, so that was nice.

    Going Away Card

    But the best part about the last day of work? The big cookie…definitely the big cookie. What, there’s no cookie?

    I knew these people hated me.

  • March12th

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    OK, I’ll get this over with:

    Eliot Spitzer blah blah blah…prostitute…hypocrite…resignation…Gummi-Bears, blah bling blah. I can’t believe he let down the people of New York and…God, I’m bored already.

    More importantly, I heard that Dawn Wells (Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island) was busted for possession…

    …I’m sorry, what the hell did I just say? If you told me when I started writing a blog that I would ever begin a sentence that way, I would have thought you were nuts…and you probably are. I understand that she eventually pled guilty to a lesser charge, but I have to admit having a strange reaction when people like Dawn Wells wind up in the news for this sort of thing. I’m not necessarily shocked, but I can’t help but think, “Oh, Daaawwwn; what’re ya doin’? C’mon, cut that out, ya big goofball!” We don’t want to remember her like this: [singlepic=54,240,180,,]

    We want to remember her like this: [singlepic=53,240,180,,]

    Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. I mean, it’s Mary Ann! She’s the nice one! I would have expected this kind of behavior from Ginger…definitely Mrs. Howell, but…sorry, sorry. I’m not angry; I’m just a little disappointed. I’ll never enjoy “Coconut Cream Pie Thursday” the same way again.

    Perhaps the most depressing thing about this story is that the news articles have to point out that she is “one of the surviving cast members of Gilligan’s Island.”

    Geez, we’re getting old. You, me, Hal Linden…all of us, getting old.

  • March3rd

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    (I know that’s a terrible title. The polite thing would be to ignore it. Are we still cool? Thanks.)

    Scientific American recently posted an article about some researchers in Berlin who digitally reconstructed the face of 17th-18th Century super-stud and musical genius, Johann Sebastian Bach (uh, no relation to that woman who played Daisy Duke or that tool from Skid Row.) Bach is the guy who wrote (among other things) “Toccata & Fugue in D Minor” (you’ve heard it in countless old horror movies) and “Air on a ‘G’ String” (no snickering from the Percussion section!) Oh, and he also fathered 20 kids. Dude!

    According to the article, this is what Bach looked like when he wasn’t wearing his peruke (or “wig”)

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    And of course, people would travel from miles around just to hear his famous catchphrase: “Diplomatic Immunity!

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    I’m always fascinated by these kinds of stories (mostly because I don’t get out much.) It reminds us that these people weren’t just statues and portraits; they actually lived, breathed, and often smelled bad…just like most of us musicians today.

    I’ll be in the shower.

  • February11th

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    I learned three things so far today. First, Former Massachusetts Governor ((OK, that was John Hancock. But hey, footnotes!)), Herbie Hancock won the Grammy for Album of the Year last night. That just sounds right to me. Herbie Hancock has always been one of my most-favoritest keyboard players. I first heard his music when I was 14 years old, and I’ve loved just about everything he’s done. He’s always been an innovator when it comes to embracing new technology. Luckily, the technology has never gotten in the way of his actual music. Read More | Comments

  • January25th

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    [singlepic=54,208,156,,left]In entertainment news (I feel so dirty,) Ringo Starr walked off the Regis & Geddy Lee Show (or whatever the hell it’s called) on January 22 (see article here.) Apparently, they asked the former Beatle (I’ll say that again: former Beatle) if he could, you know, shorten his new song, “Liverpool 8″ a smidge so as not to run over time. I’m guessing they needed to cut to commercial so the Swiffer people could push their crappy wanna-brooms on an increasingly dusty buying public.

    Now, I know that it is common for artists to perform edited versions of their songs for talk-shows, but I also know that exceptions have been made for artists like Bob Dylan or Bruce Springsteen. You would think that a former Beatle would warrant some latitude. I mean, it’s not like he’s Peter Noone for God’s sake. I don’t think we can blame Regis or Buffi, though; it’s probably the fault of the producers (everyone knows they’re all Pete Best fans anyway.) In fact, I like Regis Philbin. I hope I have half his energy when I’m 85.

    I think Ringo was perfectly justified in walking off the set. I think any artist would be justified. I mean, if you want Ringo to perform, then let him perform. I can understand shortening a long song like “Hey Jude,” or forbidding him from performing “You’re Sixteen.” (mostly because it’s just creepy.) Admittedly, I don’t really know if the producers promised he could play the full four minutes, then changed their minds, or if Ringo is just being obstinate. When I have my own crappy talk-show (and God willing, someday I will,) the bands can play “Layla” for all I care. They could even interrupt themselves and start playing “Radio Radio” instead. I’m cool with that.

    I wish more musicians would be like Ringo and stand up for themselves. For starters, stop accepting $100 so your 5-piece band can play “Mustang Sally” at Whitey’s Blooze Hut & Chuckle Lounge for the umpteenth time. Especially considering you could use the time to learn other songs or work on your own music. I’m occasionally asked if I can recommend a really good band who will play for “really cheap.” I invariably ask, “well, do you want good, or do you want cheap?”

    The usual reply? “Well, I want both.”

    Yeah, good luck with that. Damn communist.

  • January18th

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    Normally, I don’t link to YouTube videos. Let’s face it, “Golfclub Crotchfest” isn’t as funny unless Bob Saget is doing the voiceover. (Incidentally, “Golfclub Crotchfest” was my first band…mostly Stones’ covers) However, I found this remixed movie trailer for “The Shining” and I just wanted to share it. Looks like the Feel-Good Movie of the Year.

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