Eric Henning
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Eric Henning

Zionsville, Indiana, United States | SELF

Zionsville, Indiana, United States | SELF
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Keep Makin' Memories (2010)
- A collection of tunes about "making lemonade"
Stories Amidst the Blue (2011)
- A collection of musical stories

Both have singles steaming on Jango.



Well, I sorta-think I’ve had a Forrest Gump sorta-life. Know what I mean?

I have never been shot in the "buttocks" . . .but I have stood in the oval office.

Never did run across the United States. But I did bicycle across Europe: Dubrovnik to Glen Coe (cheated and took a boat across the English/Irish Channels). I crossed the Alps 3 times . . and I still love the mountains! (listen to "Falling in Love with Colorado": Album #2).

I don’t mind mowing the lawn.

I grew up in a suburb of Chicago. It was a small town when my father grew up there too. We had the same German Teacher. I grew up loving pond hockey and play Men’s Hockey to this day. Three teachers there changed my life: Charles White and Dale Griffith taught me how to write and a deep love of reading (you’ve made it this far . . . perhaps you know what I mean!). Phil Mark taught me to love music. Perhaps you have had a teacher change your life too. I’ve had three . . . maybe more.

I picked up the guitar in college. We had moved near the beach in Florida before A1A was completely built up. Listened to Jimmy Buffett around a campfire on Juno Beach when it was still legal (well, most of what we did, anyway!). I learned to sail and love the ocean ("The Wrong Way Around", Album #1).

I studied behind the “iron curtain” for a bit at Karl Marx University. All Americans should have this experience. “I am not a smart man, but I do know what freedom is” (didn’t Forrest say something like that?). Anyway, the grass is always greener and it is incredible how green the 'ol U. S. of A. is from "over there." We sang “God Bless America” as we took the Orient Express back to Vienna. We were once rushed to the embassy during some Afghanistan crisis and protected by marines younger than me. No shit.

I will forever be humbled by the men and women who put on the uniform. I am not worthy. They have since changed the name of that school to Adam Smith University or something like that. No shit!

I spent the next summer at Sanborn Western Camps is Florissant, Colorado. I met another teacher who impacted my life: Sandy Sanborn. “The Attitude Song” on Album #1 is humbly dedicated to him.

I studied next in D.C. I worked for some republicans . . . but my girl friend’s mom was a democrat. When my boss learned this, he moved me off the “the Hill” to some backwater office like you see at the end of “Raiders of the Lost Ark”. The “mom” went on to become Secretary of State whereas my boss went to jail for the FSLIC fiasco (allegedly). No shit!

I learned to play the banjo in D.C. Scrugg's Technique. (Do you know it is nearly impossible to play a sad song on the banjo?)

After college I landed back in Chicago. I got fired for writing music when I should have been working at a job I deeply and fundamentally despised. (The “Jesus!, This Job Sucks” Blues, Album # 1). I went to graduate business school at Northwestern while I took classes at ‘The Old Town School of Folk Music” in, well “Old Town.

Somewhere in there I interviewed with the CIA. We met in a dingy, cigarette-stained hotel next to a strip-club near O'Hare. My travel expensies were repaid with crisp, $ 100 bills. The guy’s name was “Mr. Phelps!” No shit!

The Chicago Public Radio Station (WBEZ) had a weekly show from the Old Town School of Folk Music. They asked me to play a few of my “Chicago” songs like “Kicking Pigeon’s” (Album #1) etc. As fate would have it, I had just got out of grad school and I was offered a job out of town on the same day.

To be continued . . .