Bio: Chris Rininger|
Chris Rininger was born in a small town to a family of cave-dwelling goat-herders. It was in those early years that he honed his skills in animal husbandry and singing. It turns out that his goats were a particularly restless tribe and, to sooth them, Chris discovered that he could lull them into a more sedate and milk producing mental state by singing to them. To his surprise some goats were moved by a soft, classical kind of music while others preferred country and still others a hard rock with just a bit of an edge. One goat, a refugee from the city, would only be milked if sung a rap. Almost all of them, at times, seemed to enjoy spiritual songs or songs with a message. In his teen years, to spice up the group, his family bought a goat from the Spanish province of Galacia, leading Chris to introduce Latin sounds into his musical repertoire. It was a sad day for all, but with the inexorable passage of time Chris turned 18 and was ready to head for greener pastures in a larger city where housing with indoor plumbing and potable water could be had. Oh, and the chicks. He was 18 after all.
So whilst living far way from his goats, Chris discovered that others enjoyed his singing as well. He sang in churches, in college choirs, and to a very attractive young coed he chanced upon. As his skills grew beyond his goat herding days, Chris decided to settle down and raise a family with that young lass. She was not keen on goats, but did not object to a herd of a more human kind. To his surprise his offspring did only occasionally resemble the goats of his childhood. Singing to his new family was initially met with joy and praise but, with time, seemed to result in an increasing frequency of rolled eye and complaints of “Dad!” spoken in a less than enthusiastic way. Thus driven from his home, he sought vocal refuge in a basement studio on Dogfish Bay that was so dark and dingy, it reminded him of the comforts of his earlier, more carefree days in the family cave in the hills from where-ever-it-was he grew up. In this place, he found a new audience of goat like personages who seemed thoroughly calmed by his singing. He and his group of composers began writing songs and singing them to one another with abandon and to the delight of several wanderers who got lost or found themselves otherwise cornered. As you peruse this site you will find many songs on which Chris has lent his voice and I hope it stills your hearts as much as it has his many goat-like friends.