Ryno-approved bands for next year’s Super Bowl halftime show

All morning I’ve been singing a song I thought was the Black Eyed Peas, but turns out it was Usher. It doesn’t matter. No, no, no, no. The moral of this story is not that bad songs get stuck in your head. It’s that bad halftime acts at the Super Bowl get stuck in your ...

A Table for Two: the story of me and my drums.

The story of my drums would start with the burning of my old drums. My old drums were an old set of Slingerland drums and I had gotten them around high school graduation. They replaced my first set- a well worn Maxx drum set I had bought for $400 at Portland Percussion one winter early ...

Paint the town, Olive.

It’s important to know who your friends are. Gram was my best friend. She was a strong, tough & spunky little juggernaut of a woman who always seemed to make me laugh. Dad said I should drive straight to Portland if I wanted to see her one last time. I did. It was pouring for ...

I don’t remember urinating. Do you?

Checkers was the only place open. Royal Farms was closing. Never a Wawa around when you need one. So we swung into the parking lot. There was a nice breeze out and I was telling Big that my team, Burnsy’s Off Duty Ninjas, might not be a big play team per say- but they would ...

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