The Silence Club for life!
The Silence Club gets down on the boardwalk.
The Mexica are guided by their sun, war and fire god Huitzilopochtli.
From Mexico, it’s Aztec Dance–beautiful costumes, a conch, and loud rhythmic drums steeped in tradition.
Thank you! Thank you! Thanks a lot!
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Brothers Johnny ,9, and Billy ,5, wow tourists along the boardwalk with a polished gospel and country act that would do Hank Williams and Merle Haggard proud.
Sweet as honey pie!
Got blues? Lightnin’ Joe blows a mean harp. Come on down to the beach and check out some real and raw harmonica playin’, y’all!
My mission is my music.
Wadada Khufu (wah-da-da koo-foo) has been getting down on the Venice Boardwalk for years and years. Wadada means “love” in Amharic–the language of Ethiopia.
It is being.
Gaea (guy-ah), named after the earth goddess, drifted onto the beach a week ago.
Martin plays cello and Cherita her cajon–a box-shaped percussion instrument that originates from Peru.
It’s a good time!
The Whiskeyhickon Boys blew into town laying down their own unique blend of rockabilly, funk, hip-hop, jazz & bluegrass.
I’m a dancer with a brain.
One day, in front of The Fig Tree Cafe, a beautiful European girl asked me to stop playing guitar so she could dance.
Her friend Julien from Toulouse, France played guitar. Meet MyMy.
Well Big Joe Puddin, this pal of ours, could work, but he’d rather play! So this fattest cat roamed town to town, and this is what he’d say!
Live from Seattle it’s Big Joe Puddin! Join Stinky Pete Irving with his steel resonator guitar and Charlie Baby with her musical saw on the sands.
