The Wall of Thanks

Ryan Shore

Sigh ... what can you say about Ryan Shore? The guy is a fun machine. A Sybian is probably less amusing by comparison. Ryan is another of those who has been around since almost the beginning, first appearing on Show #004 as the drummer for the Jeremy Vogt Band. It was a now legendary, and eventually deleted, slip up on my part (I mentioned the wrong band name) that caused him, in is own inimitable way, to go ballistic with his ... shall we say ... dislike for the off-stage personalities of that particular group of musicians (he called them "a bunch of turd snipers") that led to the creation of our one and only rule of censorship: "Thou Shalt Not Use This Show to Bash Another Band or Venue, no Matter How Funny it Is." For the most part, no one has ever had a problem with this, but still I feel it important to relate the commandment before hitting the record button every time. So, one could say the memory of Ryan is evoked before every show. Over the years he has made two additional, and very memorable, appearances as a guest (Show #014 and Show #057) and, as he is a member of no less than four bands at any one time, will no doubht be back for several more. He immortalized his position on this staff page in December of 2011 when he co-hosted Show #105 featuring the return of Vilafishburn. It wasn't exactly pre-meditated, and certainly he was completely unprepared, but when you've got microphones set up and Ryan Shore is in the next room, you automatically grab him, put a beer in his hand, and make him join you.

Brad Real

I'm not sure if you guys know this, but I'm kinda old. I mean, not granpa old or anything, but there have been occasions where I go to a show and some really hot chick I've been ogling will come up to me at the bar and mistakenly talk to me because she thinks I'm a friend of her dad's. To that end, I frequently try to latch on to people who have their heads and hands into different areas of the scene where I don't dare claim expertise. Brad Real is one of those people, and serves as my tour guide into Indy's hip hop and urban music scene, keeping me up to date on the trending bands, hot events, and things that I should just generally be aware of. A fantasic musician, writer, prodcer, and marketer in his own right, he first appeared as a guest on Show #096 and returned two shows later as the co-host on Show #098 with his friends the Sleeper Cell crew. We promise to do more with him in the future, assuming his busy schedule with his own music permits.

Stacy Basner

Stacy Basner is a native New Yorker and former L.A. musician (we seem to attract both of those demographics here, though until now not in the same package) who is best known to fans of Indy In-Tune as the vocalist/guitarist/songwriter for the fan-favorite band, Finer -- appearing on Shows #039 and #080. Her love and support of the local scene later made her the obvious choice to serve as guest host opposite one of her favorite local bands, The Post Script, on Show #078. Her energetic personality and distinctive voice are always great to have on any podcast, and with luck, we'll get her back for a few more soon.

Jenn Cristy

Jenn Cristy (aka: "The Guest That Would Not Go Away"; aka: "The Godmother of Bloomington Music"; aka: "Queen of the Indy In-Tune Musician's Night Out"; aka: "Anti-Capitalist Scourge of 501C-3's Everywhere") is one of the leading singer/songwriter/diva/pianist/swimmer/kung-fu-master/beer-drinkers in the Indianapolis music scene, a long-time friend of the show, and a frequent voice on the Indy In-Tune podcast on both sides of the interview desk. She (as well as her music) can be heard as the featured artist on three of our most popular shows #012, #031, and #075, and as a co-host on multiple episodes (to date #024, #046, and #074, and as a half co-host/half guest on Show #062). In fact, at this point, her rider states (just below the paragraph about waxing the Jenn Cristy Tour Bus whenever she mentions Indy In-Tune on stage) that we are required to give her a microphone any time she is within five miles of a show taping.

Pres Maxson

Following a successful career as the front man for a popular, touring L.A.-based band; a casting producer for several television shows I wouldn't be caught dead watching (though many other people did); and an independent filmmaker known throughout the world (thanks the the viral nature of YouTube and Facebook), Reknowned King of all Media Press Maxson left the laid-back comfort and safety of Hollywood for a fast-paced career in independent music and podcasting in the cut-throat, rough-and-tumble midwest market. His trademark humor, creative thinking, and generally amicable nature were first heard as the featured guest on Show #044, then as co-host on Show #048 and finally as our first-ever guest-host on Show #072.

Johnny Lyles

Johnny is the owner/operator of Lonewolf Media Entertainment -- an artist managment, back-line promotions, and record company -- who made his start in Indianapolis by signing The Fabulous Huckleberries mere hours after they recorded their now-legendary appearance on Indy In-Tune, show #005. Shortly thereafter, once we realized we shared a passion for the "three B's" (booze, baseball, and bands), we've been pretty much inseperable best friends. Every free weekend night I have, you can find me at Lonewolf Manor playing poker with the guys, or just hanging out drinking beer and listening to great live music from whomoever brought a guitar that night. Though my feirce desire to remain amateur and independent (plus my staunch rule against mixing business and friendship) means that the relationship between Lonewolf Media Entertainment and Indy In-Tune is strictly an unnoficial/informal one, Johnny has always been there to help out with promotions, bookings, and coordination whenever I've needed him. Though, to be fair, I must admit his "natural showmanship," which is somewhat counter to my own low-key approach, often means he's there with red carpets, limousines, photographers, beautiful models, and far more fanfare than a grass-roots amateur podcast warrants.

Nick "T." Tucker

As the official staff photographer of Lonewolf Media Entertainment, Nick T. is part of the entourage that always surrounds Johnny, and consequently whomever Johnny is working with for the evening. He has captured images from many great podcast recordings including Rok Hollywood, Tish Lyndsey, Strange Face, and Sweet Dilemma. In addition, over the past year, he has completely frustrated me with his expert poker skills and ability to get beautiful women to take their clothes off and smile just by pointing a camera at them ... and all this despite his complete lack of fashion sense and his stupid yellow rubber shoes.

Dennis "Doc" Reeves

I have no doubt that someday I will be in an old folks home somewhere, waiting to die alone, andDoc will be in the rocker next to mine as we continue to debate the merits of why I think Black Sabbath's "Tony Martin era" is infinitely more interesting than Ozzy's solo career. Though we lost touch for almost twenty years -- going from skipping high school to stand in line for a $14 general admission Kiss show at Market Square arena, to deciding it probably wasn't worth paying $140 to see the third Kiss farewell tour -- once reunited, we quickly fell into the same old patterns we had as kids, when he played bass, and I played guitar to the latest Motley Crue song in my mom's basement. Doc lent his invaluable assistance as engineer and log keeper for many of the early shows and can still be heard sporadically in the "co-host" spot of many of the most recent shows.

Mark "Ladmo" Miller

I met Mark Miller a mere 30 minutes after I first met Johnny, on the night he signed as the new lead guitarist for Fab Huck. As a fellow brother in the Lonewolf Media Entertainment family, I spent many evenings listening to him play and sing up at the manor. A few months later, fearing that Indy In-Tune was quickly becoming "the Darrin show," I hit upon the idea of taking on co-hosts to keep energy levels up and to give the occasional counterpoint to whatever it is I was talking about. Mark is easily one of finest blues guitarists and singers in town, and one of the funniest, most interesting guys I knew, so we quickly struck a deal: I would contribute keyboards to the new project he and Tim Spainhower were putting together, at the time called "Into the Mystic," an in exchange he would do occasional guest host spots on Indy In-Tune. Though he moved to Oklahoma after contributing to only one show (#018, featuring Strange Face), we can only hope that someday he'll stop back in for a repeat performance.

Connie "Imipramine" Cohen

I first met Connie on-line six years ago when she was writing reviews of obscure music for an even more obscure underground-rag-turned-webzine called "Volt." Though it was several years before we met face-to-face, despite the fact that we live five miles apart, we had several conversations via IRC and instant messenger about various obscure bands we were both listening to. Of course we also spent a lot of time over the interim years ... erm ... "comparing" our MP3 libraries and making recommendations to eachother as to what else should be in our respective collections. As a marketing consultant by day, and as someone who is pretty wired in to the podsafe music scene on the Internet, Connie was quick to volunteer to act as "virtual street team," setting up the crucial first few interviews we did, drumming up interest around the Internet, and spreading the word of Indy In-Tune to the dozens of podcasting and music sites than now syndicate the show and associated blog. Suffice to say, if you want to get yourself noticed in cyberspace ... Connie's your gal.

Terry The Toad

Around the podosphere there is a saying: If you bump into Terry the Toad, count your money, then your limbs, then your relatives. I first encountered Terry doing what he affectionately calls "his act" on karaoke night at my favorite bar. (Please don't ask me what I was doing at karaoke night, or why my favorite bar has two of them.) Ever since then he's been skulking around Lonewolf Manor, pulling suits off the ladies by the pool, throwing up in the hot tub, and taking all of our money at poker (we think he cheats, but we just haven't figure out how -- he's a sly little bugger). To call him a musician would be a stretch, what he really does is more spoken word interpretations of take out menus set to music. I try to argue this every time he begs me to be on the show (a couple of brief stints on Jack Mangan's Deadpan and The Incest and Morris Dancing Hour and suddenly he thinks he's podcast royalty...), but due to mounting poker debts he's blackmailing me with, I've been forced to agree to ... maybe ... possibly ... let him be a co-host ... on the day Cristina Scabbia agrees to do the show ... topless.