Showing posts with label local color. Show all posts
Showing posts with label local color. Show all posts

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Area man comes up with another great band name

Belleville, Ill - Henry Keller is a 42 year old auto mechanic, divorced father of two, and avid classic rock fan. But his friends are amazed at his uncanny ability to come up with great band names.

"I can't really explain it," says Keller, fresh from working on a 1976 Chevrolet Impala. "I'll be talking to my friends or what ever and I'll say something and then realize, hey, that would be a great band name."

His friends almost always agree.

"He's really good at it, no doubt about it," says Martin Brown, a life long friend of Keller's. "He's been doing it since high school, really. He just came up with another one last night, 'Hokey Spoke.'"

Keller has been responsible for lending his talents to various local groups such as Wither, Soggy Jog, and Slow Jam Grapevine.

"I guess I'm sort of a local celebrity now," Keller laughs. "People come to me for band names. I have a whole notebook full of them and I just start tossing them out and when they hear one that fits their style they go with it. All I ask is that they send me a flier so I can add it to my scrapbook."

Keller has left his mark all over the local band scene, and as far away as Chicago.

"You know that band Dead Science Project? They were a big deal in the tri-state area. That was me too," he adds.

With all his exposure to music and bands Keller admits that he is only an amateur musician.

"Oh, I was in a band after high school," he explains. "We batted around a few names and finally settled on the Henry Keller Experience. We were sort of a mix of Moody Blues, The Alan Parsons Project , and Flock of Seagulls. Oh, and by the way, those are all great band names. I've got a tape around here somewhere."

"I don't really know how it happens," says Keller, trying to explain his methodology. "I know a lot of people think it's cool to mix two words that shouldn't go together. I call it Led Zepplining. Well, that's not really my style. I try to just let it happen naturally. I've learned you can't force the creative process."

Keller also boats an impressive collection of classic rock albums in their original vinyl, and he reads voraciously. He suspects all of that information becomes a jumbled mess in his head which overflows as a random band name.

"I joke with everyone that my head is sort of like a rock polisher," Keller says. "You know, junk goes in, tumbles around, and out comes something nice. The fun part is I never know when it's going to happen next; watching football, in the shower, or working on a car. If that's my gift then I guess I could have been stuck with worse."

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Area dog loves tennis ball

Eagan, MN - After running around his owner's back yard for over an hour, local dog Albie, a seven month old Golden Retriever declared, yet again, "I really love chasing this tennis ball!" With his tail wagging furiously he then darted off to the corner for another retrieve.

"It's like, I don't know, man. I can't help myself," the dark red puppy explained. "I think I don't want to do it anymore and then I see that ball sailing through the air and this force compels me after it. It's the greatest feeling in the world."

When Albie's owner isn't tossing the ball around the yard the energetic pup likes to pick the ball up and set it down in his owner's lap.


"I think he forgets how much I love to do this," Albie explained. "I mean sure, every once in a while my owner needs to eat or go to the can, but there are times when I'm sure he wants to toss the ball with me but just forgets, so I just drop the ball into his lap. If that doesn't work I bark."

"Yeah, I can be a little manic," the dog continued. "I fixate on things. I bark. I don't mean no harm. I just love to play ball. I mean I...hey...wait? Do you have a ball? Is there a tennis ball in your pocket? I'll just jump up on you and check with my pawns. I'll bet you have one in there somewhere. Are you holding out on me? What's your problem, man? I'm going to nip at your fingers because I...oh, no, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I don't know what came over me. I'll be good. I'm sorry, man. I'm cool. I'm cool, man! Aww geez, now my owner is tossing me into the kennel. But just tell me, did you have a tennis ball?"