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CHRISTHER SCHÜTZ The Unofficial Yellow Pages The Artist - Musician The Artist Someone who performs a song in a small crammed club, in front of one hundred dead silent faces, only accompanied by himself snapping his fingers. That's an artist. Compared with playback teenage pimples, Christher is more than just an artist. He is art. This has also got to do with the songs themselves. Christher is writing and arranging everything, which makes his performances more natural and honest, because he know the words so well, that he would probably be able to sing them without a mouth! After nine years of performing live Christher has developed an incredible stage presence. The five months of performing in London during 1999 have probably helped. After hearing a gig during autumn 2000, I almost suffer from lack of expression. He was performing in a small clublike venue, and suddenly he puts away his guitar and begins to snap his fingers. He sings his new song, Man Made The Robot, with a lyric of like two sheets full of words. During 6 minutes he is putting the audience under a spell. Nobody speaks a word. Eyes are glaring. The song feels endless. His bluesy gliding vocal is filling every empty space. The lyric is filled to the brim with ironic social critizism, through the story of mankind's technological evolution: We're crying for the moon Like a spoilt child cries for a McDonalds neon sign We're fed right off a spoon With cheap crap culture and some "big" step in 1969 Please, hold the line! Was there something I mistook? We pin our faith to science A furious gangbang with a dead faint voodoo-doll And we search for an alliance With the one-eyed hangman but he don't seem to care at all He just hang there cold and tall With a bloodshot staring look. (from Man Made The Robot by Christher Schütz)
If people keep calling Emeaglio Iglesias an artist, I will change this page. The Musician Starting out as a drummer in the early nineties, Christher has been successfully touching almost every instrument, most seen in concert. Electric and upright basses have passed his sensitive fingers, as have steel- and nylon-stringed acoustic guitars, electric guitars, slide guitars, pianos, organs, harmonicas, flutes, saxophones, and... Oh, mandolins, somewhere a couple of congas, and in his childhood a small ackordion. This must be the dream of every independent artist, at least from an economical view! It will be interesting to see how many of these instruments he will be playing on his coming album Songs From A Glasshouse. Unofficial | the Songwriter | the Artist - Musician | the Writer | the Film Maker | the Humanitarian | the Early Interviews/Press | the Complete List of Bands/Constellations | the Official Website |