Bob Kuehn (keen) didn’t just dance to the beat of a
different drummer; he heard all kinds of different drummers in his head, I’m
sure, and followed the beat of several of them.
That’s perhaps why Bob was more than just a bit offbeat.
How offbeat? Think of
the Cosmo Kramer character played by Michael Richards in the “Seinfeld” show,
only a LOT more weird.
Not that Bob’s sax or clarinet playing was offbeat or weird. That he did pretty well, as I recall.
Bob passed away last week Wednesday. He was 81. That's a picture of Bob, above, holding his favorite beverage.
Of all the colorful characters I’ve had the privilege of
knowing or working with in my years of playing polka music – and that’s some
pretty colorful folks, like Harold Loeffelmacher and Johnny Gag – none were as
colorful as Bob Kuehn. UFO Bob, as he
was known on KFIZ Radio in Fond du Lac, on his frequent guest appearances on
Joe Scheibinger’s “Backstage Live” talk show.
(Of course, KFIZ is just a bit offbeat, itself; it’s one of only two
radio stations east of the Mississippi to have a call sign starting with K, not
W; and it’s had more than its share of colorful on-air personalities, including
the inimitable Joe Goezer (gayzer), who would get fairly tanked up on the 4th
of July and then broadcast “play-by-play” of the Fond du Lac fireworks show
from Lakeside Park: “ahh…ohh…geez, you
shoulda seen THAT one”.)
More on the UFO’s later.
Bob had quite a few nicknames; in his later years,
particularly in his persona as a guest on the radio, he preferred to be
introduced as “UFO Bob, from the planet Platypus, where fermentation
rules.” The first nickname I ever heard
for Bob was “Rastus Kaboon, the Man from the Moon” – an appellation so given
because of Bob’s far-out beliefs and stories.
Ted Dorschner, the banjo man with the Rainbow Valley Dutchmen, called
Bob “Sooty” – but I can’t recall why.
There are many stories connected with Bob; I’ll relate the
one I remember best, because it made such a strong impression on me. I was all of 16 years old back in the summer
of 1965, and I had the best summer job in the world: tuba player for Ray
Dorschner’s Rainbow Valley Dutchmen. The
regular tuba player was my high school band director, Ernie Broeniman, who
spent countless hours teaching me how to play the big horn, and how to “hear”
the chord changes in old-time music, and how to ad-lib (improvise, without
music) a bass line with fills and runs.
Ray Dorschner was kind enough to let me take Ernie’s spot on the band
while Ernie spent his summer working on his Master’s Degree at Colorado State.
The band travelled in Ray’s 9-passenger Chevy wagon, and
coming home from some gig about 2:30AM on a weekend night, I was in the seat
next to Bob, who was also filling in with the band that night. Bob might have had a beer or two during the
course of the four-hour gig (not that you could tell from his performance) and
may have had a quick nightcap or two before the band trailer was packed up for
the ride home. Bob was making pleasant
conversation about old-time music and musicians, when suddenly he said to me
something like “you know, they won’t teach you this in school, but our
government is actually run by small aliens who hide during the daylight hours.”
Bob went on to explain to me that the U.S. government was
actually being run by tiny space-men, who really made all the important
decisions. Sure, LBJ was President, but
the aliens called the shots. John
Kennedy was assassinated because he was going to tell everyone that the aliens
really ran things. Bob told me the
aliens live in a hole near Red Wing, Minnesota; at night, they transport
themselves to Washington, D.C., and run the government, the military –
everything. Bob said if you ever go to
Washington at night, and look at the Capitol and all the government buildings,
all the lights are on – all night – which proves that the aliens are in there,
working until dawn, when they transport themselves back to Red Wing and sleep
in the hole.
I didn’t mention this story to my parents the next day, when
they asked me how the dance job went.
They were leery enough about letting their 16-year-old son spend his
weekends with….musicians. They had
nothing to worry about. Ray Dorschner
took me under his wing and made sure I didn’t stray from the path of
righteousness and sobriety.
Bob played with many of the fine old-time bands that booked
out of central Wisconsin. In addition to
working with the Rainbow Valley Dutchmen, Bob performed with the Don Peachey
band, Fred Palmer’s band, Andy Justman’s band, and the Ron Harvey
Orchestra. I’m sure there are others
that I’ve forgotten.
My friend Jim Vollmer, who was a regular clarinet and sax
man with the Dorschner band back in the 60’s, reminded me the other day of
another of the famous Bob Kuene stories.
One time, when Bob was playing with the Don Peachey band, which booked
out of Burnett, Wisconsin, they had a weekend gig in Minneapolis. Bob was apparently convinced there was a hex
on his horn, because it just wouldn’t do what he wanted it to. After the gig, the band returned to the
downtown Minneapolis hotel they were staying at, and Bob hung upside down with
his sax from an upper story window of the hotel, trying to remove the hex from
his horn. Jim’s e-mail to me concluded
the story with the sentence “Yes, he had been drinking a little bit.”
(Editor's note: after reading this story, Ernie Broeniman e-mailed me and said he was on that gig and confirmed the story, and added that after coming in from hanging upside down in the hotel window, Bob came in and lit a fire under his Sax to break the Hex!!!
Ernie also told the story about how a few years ago, he happened to be driving down the street in Fond du Lac and saw Bob walking, in the rain. He hadn't seen Bob in years. Ernie pulled over and told Bob to jump in, and he'd take him where he was going, and Ernie says Bob started conversing with him as if they'd seen each other yesterday.)
(Editor's note: after reading this story, Ernie Broeniman e-mailed me and said he was on that gig and confirmed the story, and added that after coming in from hanging upside down in the hotel window, Bob came in and lit a fire under his Sax to break the Hex!!!
Ernie also told the story about how a few years ago, he happened to be driving down the street in Fond du Lac and saw Bob walking, in the rain. He hadn't seen Bob in years. Ernie pulled over and told Bob to jump in, and he'd take him where he was going, and Ernie says Bob started conversing with him as if they'd seen each other yesterday.)
Now, about that UFO story.
Because of Bob’s firm belief in aliens, flying saucers, and
so on, he made a very colorful guest on radio talk shows. In addition to Joe Scheibinger’s show on
KFIZ, Bob was also a frequent guest on Ron Harvey’s show on WFON-FM, also in
Fond du Lac. (Yes, Ron Harvey had a
great band, but his “day-job” was broadcasting.) Several years ago, Joe decided
to play a prank on Bob, who was always talking on the radio about the UFO’s he
saw in the night sky over his cabin near Dundee Mountain in the Kettle Moraine
State Forest, about 20 miles east of Fond du Lac. Scheibinger and his pals arranged to secure
the services of a pilot and a small airplane, and one night, they flew circles
around Bob’s cabin, with a very bright blue spotlight hung out of the window of
the plane.
Of course, the next morning Bob called in to Joe’s
“Backstage Live” talk show, and went on for several minutes about the UFO that
was right over his home last night, and Joe finally confessed that it was all
just a prank.
Bob took it all in good humor, as he did most things in
life.
Rest in peace, Bob Kuehn – one of the most colorful
characters I’ve ever known.
(Another editor's note: Sincere thanks to all the old-time musicians who have e-mailed or messaged me today telling me they have enjoyed reading this post, and have fond memories of Bob and his unique outlook on life. If you have a story to contribute about Bob, please send a message via my Facebook account or e-mail me at morrissey.tim@gmail.com and I'll be happy to add your story to this brief account of Bob's colorful life.)
(Another editor's note: Sincere thanks to all the old-time musicians who have e-mailed or messaged me today telling me they have enjoyed reading this post, and have fond memories of Bob and his unique outlook on life. If you have a story to contribute about Bob, please send a message via my Facebook account or e-mail me at morrissey.tim@gmail.com and I'll be happy to add your story to this brief account of Bob's colorful life.)