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Chris
Frank has been making music for over 40 years. His Hawaiian music
teacher showed him some chords on the ukulele when he was in kindergarten,
and he just kept playing.
His professional debut was at
the age of fourteen, playing bass in his brother's garage
band. They actually had a gig, saving Senior Prom night
from disaster by filling in for the "professionals"
who never showed up. Then at fifteen he got a "steady"
job with "Gib Krisinger & His Orchestra"
playing fireman's balls and country clubs almost every
Friday and Saturday Night. It was a six-piece band with
an average age of about 40, and he learned "Moonglow"
and "The Sheik of Araby" and many of their relatives
in his four years with Gib. (They stopped booking
gigs around 2001. It was his dad's band before he took
over, so the Krisinger band probably worked over a 50
year period.)
From there it was sensitive singer-songwriter-fingerpicker
(college years), elementary school teacher for a couple
of years, then a few years on the road, solo and with
a few bands, before settling down in Chapel Hill, NC.
He eventually wormed his way into The
Red Clay Ramblers, and continues with them today.
The Ramblers have been active in concert, film (scoring
and appearing in two of Sam Shepard's works) and stage
(winning a Tony Award in 1999 for "Fool Moon"
with David Shiner and Bill Irwin) for more than 25 years.
Chris's "day job" for the past
ten years has been scoring music for film and TV. If you stay
up late you can sometimes catch TLC's "The Operation" which
he scored for six years, and numerous Discovery Channel documentaries,
including "The Bald Truth" and "Joined at Birth".
Chris founded efolkMusic in 1998 as "an
internet business, not a dot-com."
In 2003 efolkMusic was incorporated as a nonprofit to better support
this valuable but non-commercial art form. E-mail
him your comments and suggestions, and send him your music. He promises
to listen.
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Good Business
If I possessed a shop or store,
I'd drive the grouches from the floor,
I'd never keep a boy or clerk, with mental toothache at his work,
Or let a man who draws my pay drive customers of mine away.
I'd treat the man who takes
my time, and only spends a single dime,
With courtesy to make him feel that I was pleased to make the deal,
For someday, who can tell, he may want stuff I have to sell,
And in that case then glad he'll be to spend his dollars with me.
The reason people pass one
door to patronize another store,
Is not because the busier place has finer gloves, or silk, or lace,
Or better prices, but it lies in pleasant words and smiling eyes,
The only difference, I believe, is in the treatment folks receive.
by Edgar A.Guest
(Unwittingly memorized by
the young entrepreneur from the bathroom wall at Ross's Supermarket, Griswold,
IA, during his formative years)
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