John Schindler originally hails from Saint Louis Missouri, just a few blocks up from the Mississippi and cut his teeth on that town's rhythm and blues and his Okie mama's singing. This funky start was drastically tempered early on by a nine-year stint in a Catholic seminary where silence and Gregorian Chant were his daily bread.

After leaving the brotherhood and armed only with his vow of poverty, John moved east to New England and pursued the path of an itinerant musician, playing in sundry bands and bad barrooms. It was during this time, he realized, that his audience could not understand Latin.

After lengthy and ill-advised retirement to conventionality, John has re-emerged with a new batch of songs, a gumbo stewed with many ingredients and always served up with his slightly skewed vision of life. "If you put Leonard Cohen in the middle of New Hampshire and made him a blue-collar kind of guy in love with his wife, he might sound a little like John Schindler. He wouldn't necessarily write any better than John, nor be any more thoughtful or witty--but he might be about as fun to listen to." Bob Franke