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Washington DC native Owen Danoff wrote and recorded his first song – complete with drums, bass, guitar, and piano – at age fifteen. Since then he has graduated Berklee College of Music with a degree in Film Scoring, released an EP and a full-length album, and performed in multiple states and venues across the country. In the DC area alone Owen has performed at nearly every major venue including the Birchmere and the 9:30 club, been selected as a Strathmore Artist in Residence, won three Washington Area Music Awards (pop/rock vocalist 2104, pop/rock album 2014 for Twelve Stories, pop/rock instrumentalist 2014), and the first Bernard/Ebb Songwriting Awards Grand Prize. Additionally, he has been mentioned multiple times in national media outlets such as the Washington Post, the Huffington Post, and the Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Elements of Owen’s music have been likened to that of Paul Simon, Harry Nilsson, John Mayer, and the Wallflowers, among others – though the end result is all his own. Growing up listening to rock and roll bands such as Green Day before discovering a love of folk and singer/songwriter music, Owen’s music boasts a current of energy as well as catchy m… (read more)

It’s easy to imagine that pools will foster a boom in technical skill. On an artificial wave, a trainer with a video camera can analyze the finest details of a surfer’s technique, the way golfers and their coaches study the last six inches of the takeaway for a putt. I mentioned to Gilmore an idea I had heard from another pro—that a kid with unlimited access to a wave pool might become unimaginably skilled, and emerge as a world champion, “when he doesn’t even know how to duck-dive.” Duck-diving is a basic maneuver, not easy to learn, for passing under white water.

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Festus broke into seventeen pieces! He went buckin’ and squealin’. The saddlebag burst open scattering sandwiches, skinnin’ knives, bullets, snuff cans, ear muffs, gloves and toilet paper into a tornado-like updraft. A canteen whizzed by Stevo’s head! He hit the ground.

 “So many circumstances made that grand final something very, very special,” Harragon said years later, reminiscing about the victory. “It was the 200-year bicentenary of the town. We were against a team we hadn’t beaten in years. They’d flogged us. There was another team in Newcastle, the Hunter Mariners with Super League, and that had a lot of people arguing. 

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Anyway, she gets home ‘bout a quarter after five every day. Goes through the house and comes out the back door wearin’ her coveralls. In her backyard she has a long line of rabbit hutches and she spends, what is to me, an inordinate amount of time messin’ with them rabbits … talkin’ to ‘em … singin’ ‘em little rabbit songs.

No doubt, Paul “Rawhide” Revere would have snuck Priscilla over to Sooner Rock (two hundred yards up the beach from Plymouth Rock, discovered by two Okies who stowed away on the Mayflower and jumped ship early, claiming the continent for a Pawhuska) for a little spoonin.’

A Christmas collective featuring members of all bands on the bill, bringing it home with a rocking set of sing-along yuletide classics.

I remember my Dad’s family. Milkin’, cannin’, choppin’ cotton. Grandma lived for 85 years in a house with no runnin’ water. Killin’ a chicken for Sunday dinner. Musicals anytime a fiddler rosined up. Plowin’ with a span of mules. Sellin’ eggs in town for pocket money.

“Humm,” I said, “You might could take advantage of that. If he’s not breedin’ your cows, maybe Fred could make a little off him when he’s ‘On the Road’ so to speak.”

Wes was an experienced bird hunter and bagged a pheasant, a grouse and a prairie chicken. I was impressed. He said, “Now, if I can jes’ git a medda lark. I’ll have a Minnesota Grand Slam!”