The
Stringsmiths
"Hand-forged Bluegrass"
Stringsmiths
"Hand-forged Bluegrass"
The Band
Chris Landstrom
Chris was born long ago in Wisconsin but in 1962, at the age of two, his parents lost him somewhere in western Montana while on a trip to the world's fair in Seattle. He was found and raised by a family of grizzlies. Since that time he has been very protective of his food dish and has been known to snap and snarl at those who venture too close during feeding times. While feeding on some roadkill one day he met a hillbilly named Doug who taught him to speak English and play a mean banjo. This allowed Chris to blend back into society where he later met his keeper Barb who appears a little farther on down this page. She was able to accomplish what no other human could with Chris - she house trained him - Which of course led to skipping hibernation in the winter.
Nate Elmer
Raised on a dairy farm in Northern Wisconsin, Nate suffered a terrible injury as a child while chasing a parked grain truck one day. As a result his eyes look a little crossed in most photographs. The doctors say that his eyes are able to detect the flash of the camera and move to the crossed position before the image can even be captured. Now that's fast! But the truly amazing thing is that from that day forward, he could pick the mandolin exactly like Bill Monroe! Nowadays, besides being one of the best mandolin pickers in the territory, Nate is a welder and fabricator and can build anything you want from laser scalpels to ocean-going ships. In his spare time Nate likes to sit with his miniature mule Sherman and one-eyed dog Scrappy and discuss nuclear physics, world peace, and the good ol' days. Both Nate and Sherman have much to say about that. Scrappy just listens. Amber and Cyrus, Nate's missus and young'n, do much to keep the band going. They work hard to provide the world famous Bluegrass Express variety of coffee from their multinational, not publically traded company - Lantern Hill Coffee. The Elmers roast and grind the coffee right on the farm and it is by far the best coffee ever produced anywhere - It's the life blood of the band. They have several varieties available and you should check 'em out at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lantern-Hill/285377178153945
Bob Andrewson
Bob is a carpenter. Nobody is too sure where he came from, how old he is, or where he lives. Folks do however manage to get along with Bob no matter what their political views might be. Bob once served incognito as advisor to the office of the president - he tries not to talk about that too much. Bob thinks he's of Danish and Scottish origin which might explain his affinity towards ice skating and his love of the saying "If it ain't Scottish, it's..." well I'll let you fill in the rest. And if Bob is not ice skating or hanging by his toes from the top of a six jump scaffolding, he's pickin his guitar and singin' purty. He shares a home with three dogs and a lovely fiance who is a mighty fine banjo picker to boot. Kelly has gone a long way in helping Bob learn to tolerate banjo pickers!
Barb Landstrom
As you probably have already guessed, I need to be mighty careful about what I write on this one. I'll work on it some and get back to y'all.
Mary Pimblett
Mary, Mary, Mary.... What can we say about Mary? Well first off we should be calling her Dr. Mary. She's one of the finest Chiropractors east of the mississi... uh... misisis.... uh.....the Hay river! She's also a phenomenal bass player, guitar picker and singer. I'm not sure how she ever learned to do all that considering she's had more careers than any other human in history! She currently plays in a whole buncha bands besides this one and somehow has time to teach professional downhill racing skiers about aerodynamics and lip balm. Mary thinks she remembers being born in Virginia so we kinda figure she's our token hillbilly although we haven't told her that yet - shhhh! Mary also has one of the best canned venison recipes around so if you see her at a show or festival, ask her about that.
Chris was born long ago in Wisconsin but in 1962, at the age of two, his parents lost him somewhere in western Montana while on a trip to the world's fair in Seattle. He was found and raised by a family of grizzlies. Since that time he has been very protective of his food dish and has been known to snap and snarl at those who venture too close during feeding times. While feeding on some roadkill one day he met a hillbilly named Doug who taught him to speak English and play a mean banjo. This allowed Chris to blend back into society where he later met his keeper Barb who appears a little farther on down this page. She was able to accomplish what no other human could with Chris - she house trained him - Which of course led to skipping hibernation in the winter.
Nate Elmer
Raised on a dairy farm in Northern Wisconsin, Nate suffered a terrible injury as a child while chasing a parked grain truck one day. As a result his eyes look a little crossed in most photographs. The doctors say that his eyes are able to detect the flash of the camera and move to the crossed position before the image can even be captured. Now that's fast! But the truly amazing thing is that from that day forward, he could pick the mandolin exactly like Bill Monroe! Nowadays, besides being one of the best mandolin pickers in the territory, Nate is a welder and fabricator and can build anything you want from laser scalpels to ocean-going ships. In his spare time Nate likes to sit with his miniature mule Sherman and one-eyed dog Scrappy and discuss nuclear physics, world peace, and the good ol' days. Both Nate and Sherman have much to say about that. Scrappy just listens. Amber and Cyrus, Nate's missus and young'n, do much to keep the band going. They work hard to provide the world famous Bluegrass Express variety of coffee from their multinational, not publically traded company - Lantern Hill Coffee. The Elmers roast and grind the coffee right on the farm and it is by far the best coffee ever produced anywhere - It's the life blood of the band. They have several varieties available and you should check 'em out at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lantern-Hill/285377178153945
Bob Andrewson
Bob is a carpenter. Nobody is too sure where he came from, how old he is, or where he lives. Folks do however manage to get along with Bob no matter what their political views might be. Bob once served incognito as advisor to the office of the president - he tries not to talk about that too much. Bob thinks he's of Danish and Scottish origin which might explain his affinity towards ice skating and his love of the saying "If it ain't Scottish, it's..." well I'll let you fill in the rest. And if Bob is not ice skating or hanging by his toes from the top of a six jump scaffolding, he's pickin his guitar and singin' purty. He shares a home with three dogs and a lovely fiance who is a mighty fine banjo picker to boot. Kelly has gone a long way in helping Bob learn to tolerate banjo pickers!
Barb Landstrom
As you probably have already guessed, I need to be mighty careful about what I write on this one. I'll work on it some and get back to y'all.
Mary Pimblett
Mary, Mary, Mary.... What can we say about Mary? Well first off we should be calling her Dr. Mary. She's one of the finest Chiropractors east of the mississi... uh... misisis.... uh.....the Hay river! She's also a phenomenal bass player, guitar picker and singer. I'm not sure how she ever learned to do all that considering she's had more careers than any other human in history! She currently plays in a whole buncha bands besides this one and somehow has time to teach professional downhill racing skiers about aerodynamics and lip balm. Mary thinks she remembers being born in Virginia so we kinda figure she's our token hillbilly although we haven't told her that yet - shhhh! Mary also has one of the best canned venison recipes around so if you see her at a show or festival, ask her about that.
