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October is a favorite month, filled with birthdays, anniversaries, and that bestest of holidays, Halloween. But in a few more weeks, the winter gloom will start to sink in, the holidays will start to feel like pressure, and I’ll start thinking about early bird tickets to summer festivals. I’ve taken my kids to lots of them, but nothing compares to Doe Bay Fest, where grown ups are almost as welcome as the kids.
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That time my daughter’s friend from rock camp pulled her up on stage at a music festival. That day at Doe Bay they danced, but earlier that summer she taught my girl the importance of Stank Face. For those who don’t know, it’s the ugly face you make when you’re getting down and the music is more important than looking pretty.
Adra Boo, then of Fly Moon Royalty, is still a favorite at Doe Bay (playing music at the fest and teaching at the writing camp). She also writes for The Stranger, and perhaps most importantly, mentors young women in music through Rain City Rock Camp.
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I was reading Neal Stephenson’s book Anathem when my family made its annual pilgrimage to Doe Bay Fest on Orcas Island. It was a hard book to get into in the middle of summer, but sometimes what you read and what you live integrate in the strangest ways.
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This ragtag marching band greeted the day on the first morning of the first Doe Bay Fest I attended. At Doe Bay, the festival line up is just a starting point. Music pops up like daisies in the oddest times and places.
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After I posted on social media about Doe Bay Fest in August, my dad sent me this picture.
The couple in the photograph is Lewis and Eunice Latham from Ajo, Arizona. Eunice was the sister of my great-grandmother. My father’s middle name is a tribute to Lewis Latham. Read More