Lon and Jon Ohnder, Hoosier songwriters. Based out of Hit City, Indianapolis, the brothers Ohnder have been crafting homespun recordings that have circulated widely round the hip circuits of Circle City literati (and later, digerati) for decades.
After a near fatal career incident, Lon Ohnder has stepped out from behind the backroom-shadows and behind-the-scenes obscurity to made his debut as a guitar-twanging art-rock poet.
We are proud to introduce these 'basement busker tapes' to you on MySpace for the first time ever.
Please let us know what you think.
Peace,
Lon and Jon
Influences
All praise to the Pillars of Rock: Elvis, The Beatles, The Stones, and Bob Dylan...
Nods to Leonard Cohen, Neil Young, Johnny Cash, and The Kinks.
We learned to tell jokes by listening to Abbie Hoffman and Lenny Bruce.
We grew up reading Rolling Stone, Spin, Mad, Creem (Boy Howdy) and Taboo magazines.
We learned the art of life from The Beat Gods: Ginsberg, Kerouac, Burroughs. We binged on Dr. Hunter S. Thompson, Timothy Leary and Nathaniel West. We love the boisterous rhythms of Dylan Thomas and Gerald Manley Hopkins, but we would not still be reading poetry if it were not for Charles Bukowski.
We thank our moms and dads. We acknowledge those unnamed teachers who reprimanded us for coloring outside the lines and talking in class and taught us to cipher our words. We thank our elected officials for reminding us to question authority and always, always count our change twice. Special Thanks to our Indy Indie buds: The Secrets, Tim Brickley and the Bleeding Hearts, and those modern day merry pranksters at Hit City Recording, Indianapolis.
Think Peace.
Sounds Like
Lou Reed meets Tom Waits after spending the evening w/Willie Nelson
FIRST MUSTAFIO THE BELIJERENT BASTARD MADE MY COUCH FLY AWAY REVEELING THE HOLE IN THE WALL. I JUMPED THREW THE HOLE TO GO TO THE STORES. AS HE RANG THE CASH REGISTIR HE SAID HE DINT LIKE ME ANYMORE BUT I QUIKLY INTERJECTED THAT I DONT LIKE HIM AS MUCH AS I USED TO TOO. I DO NOT NO WHERE OUR RELAYSHUSHIP WENT SOUR BUT I OFIN WISH I COULD TURN THINGS BACK AROUND SO THAT WE COULD BE ON FRENLY TERMS
Hello there! If I've already been in touch on this please bear with me but I'm trying to get the word out about www. indianapolissongwriterscafe. com
I'm working to create a place that ties together all the people, places & events that are relevant for an Indianapolis songwriter or a fan of this kind of music. There's also a community calendar (that needs a lot of dates added to it) that will soon be a one-stop shop for any songwriterish shows going on around Indy.
If you'd really like to help spread the word I'd be grateful as can be if you copied the little piece of code from either the ISC website or myspace page to display the banner on your page. Just drop me a line if you'd like to but aren't sure how.
HUGE NEWS 420 FANS!!! 2007 AMERICAN MARIJUANA MUSIC AWARDS CONCERT 13 OCTOBER 2007, MCCARREN POOL BROOKLYN!
AMMA WINNERS ANNOUNCED PLUS LIVE PERFORMANCES FROM PATO BANTON, MARLON ASHER, HERBAL NATION, MUCK STICKY, THE INDIVIDUALS, T.H.C- TRUE HIGH CLASS, RICH HARDESTY, BAZIALINI, SUPERDUDE AND MORE! HOSTED BY PAUL BULLOCK, DR JAY 420 AND SAVANNAH 420 - IT'S A 420 FESTIVAL!!!
ALL POT HEAD, BUDDA SMOKING, 420 LOVERS WHO LIKE GREAT MUSIC - THIS IS A DAY TO REMEMBER!!!
MY LEG CHANGED COLOR WHIE WATCHING TV IT WAS A 3 SECOND COMMERCIAL FOR APPLE SUACE. IN TURN I GOT RATHER ANNOYED AND TIPPED THE TV OFF THE CHAIR WITH THE BASTARD STILL ON IT. THEN MUSTAFIO TOOK A TUBE OF KETCHIP AND SQUIRTED IT ALL OVER ME. HE ASKED IF I WANTED TO MEET HIM SINCE 20 OF HIS STAFF LEFT AND HE WAS SEVERALY SHORT STAFFED. IT WAS OUT IN THE THE SUBURBS SO THERE WERE HOSES EVERYWHERE I FOUND ONE TO WASH MY LEG OFF
Just dropped in to say ‘Hi how are you’ and let you know that my book ‘Silent Solitudes’ and CD ‘Naked Therapy’ are now a now available. Thought provoking stuff!!! You can get them here…
SOMEONE BROUGHT A PETESA PIE FOR MUSTAFIO WHILE WE WERE WAITING FOR A BUS. THE BASTARD WAS FOOLING ARUOND MOPPING THE SIDEWALK AND HE SAID I COULD HAVE SOME. HE FOUND SOME PINEAPPLE CHUNKS IN A PUDDEL AND HE RAKED THEM ONTO TE PLATE. THEN THE BUS DRIVER SAID “THATS A LOAD OF CRAP” BUT I SAID I”LL LEAVE WHEN I FINISH MY PETESA BECAUSE IT WAS COOL IN HERE.
I HAD TO DRIVE WITH A TWISTED ANKEL BECAUSE TE BASTAD STILL REFUSES TO GET A LICENSE. IT WAS ON MY DRIVING FOOT BUT THAT WAS FINE. THE RESTAURANT WAS CLOSED SO I TURNED BACK AND MADE PANKAKES ON THE GRIDDEL. I TRIED TO FLIP THEM BUT I LOST MY BALINCE AND THEN I BROKE EGG AFTER EGG. WHEN TEHY WERE READY I ASKED MUSTAFIO IF HE WANTED SOME. HE SAID QUOTE, NO I HAVE TO WATCH IT. AND PATTED HIS STOMIK. THEN HE SHOOK ME AWAKE AND SAID WE HAVE TO MOVE, HE CAN"T STAND THE SMELL OF THE HOUSE.
I'm back to let you know about this week's FAME GAMES radio show, edition 140!
Featuring 5 more fantastic independent artists who deserve to be on top!! (Don't we all!!) And this week in Indie Inside Information, we ask: Are Fame Games reviewers hitting below the belt?
Hope you'll tune in on-line at www.meermusic.com! Thanks for your support & for helping spread the word!
