Owen Stevenson

Owen Stevenson

 
Chicago, Illinois, USA
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Back to the good ole' days of songwriting, story telling, and melodies. Influenced by artists such as James Taylor, Jim Croce, John Mayer and The Beatles, Owen is ready for some fun with a guitar.

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Biography

Based out of Chicago, as a singer/songwriter, Owen is back performing for the Midwest people he loved performing for back in college at Indiana University. After performing on Celebrity Cruises as a solo entertainer (Guitarist/Vocalist) for 3 years, touring North and South America, as well as the Mediterranean, Baltic and Holy land, and simultaneously working on featured musical arrangements with show bands, orchestras and a cappella groups. He started singing at a very early age...try 3! In fact, he used to make up songs when his mom, a professional singer/actress, was taking him to kindergarten. Owen was a charter member of the Children's Chorus of Washington, which provided the opportunity to sing at Carnegie Hall, The Kennedy Center, and an Italian tour. He attended Blake High School's performing arts signature program in Silver Spring, Maryland, and then went on to Indiana University's prestigious Jacobs School of Music where he received a BS in Vocal Performance and Theatre. At Indiana, Owen sang with two widely acclaimed groups: The Singing Hoosiers, America's premier show choir; and the renowned a cappella group Straight No Chaser. Both groups toured the United States extensively, as well as a tour throughout Greece. He also was musical director and performed the role of Tommy in the musical "Tommy," and was featured in the musical, "Urinetown." In 2005, Owen formed his own band, True Story, and the 7-piece pop/R & B group produced its debut original CD in 2008. After graduation, Owen formed a new a cappella group called The Dockers, and embarked on his first of many tours with Celebrity Cruises.

Lyrics

Lydia Theory

Written By: Owen Stevenson

Just as Lloyd Dobbler had to say in his day, there always is another way. Even if it's not as hot as you thought it would be, Maybe that means you've got to look a little more deep.

But Hey, it's raining outside, start to grab your things and head inside, but wait who's that you see passing by dancing in the rain listening to Ben Folds Five. You say you want to feel more alive, got to find a way to get your fix, and maybe thats at 3AM when you pick up the phone and order some tasty breadsticks. You cant keep feeling so weary, got to stop watching so much Dawson Leary, better pay attention to the Lydia Theory.

You cant keep feeling like such a big dork, when you go around showing off your super-cool spork. try not to keep your computer too far from your lap, in case you spontaneously combust into a rap.

But Hey, it's raining outside, start to grab your things and head inside, but wait who's that you see passing by dancing in the rain listening to Ben Folds Five. You say you want to feel more alive, got to find a way to get your fix, and maybe thats at 3AM when you pick up the phone and order some tasty breadsticks. You cant keep feeling so weary, got to stop watching so much Dawson Leary, better pay attention to the Lydia Theory.

Everyone keep in mind, it's coming to your town as it's turning things upside down, brings eyesight to the blind, everyone keep in mind, I'm talking about the Lydia Theory.

Around The World

Written By: Owen Stevenson

The other day while I was walking home, I had a vision of us at the RCA Dome. Sporting your blue with a white horseshoe, but I was sticking true to my burgandy and gold. Let's take a trip go on a voyage to the sea, or climb a mountain bundle up and play footsie. I'll take a little bit of you, you take a little bit of me. I'll sing a song about your smile, you'll smile so I can see. Another time talking late at night, 'bout where in the world we'd take our next flight. You mention London maybe Paris or Rome, it doesn't matter to me 'cause when I'm with you I'm at home. Making Memories in the sand, or take a walk so I can hold your hand. Dancing around in the pale moonlight, I've got to whisper in your ear that you're out of sight. Lets take a trip go on a voyage to the sea, or climb a mountain bundle up and play footsie. I'll take a little bit of you, you take a little bit of me. I'll sing a song about your smile, you'll smile so I can see.

Dozen Roses

Written By: Owen Stevenson

Rollin' through the hills of Chattanooga Tennessee, 500 miles down and 500 more to go. On the road with a new place every night and day, this lonely road home is the only road I know.

'Cause if it takes a dozen roses on your doorstep every day, or another trip out to the Chesapeake Bay. I am running, I'm racing all around. I'm flying, I'm trying baby, to come home.

The Weather cools down, but my thoughts heat up, and as the road draws near, I just can't get enough. My only company is your picture and my guitar, spending my nights wishing I was where you are.

'Cause if it takes a dozen roses on your doorstep every day, or another trip out to the Chesapeake Bay. I am running, I'm racing all around. I'm flying, I'm trying baby, to come home.

I get back just in time to say another goodbye, but I can't keep leaving you, with just a sigh. I've wasted so much time wishing things would just work out. Now its time for me to remove all doubts

'Cause if it takes a dozen roses on your doorstep every day, or another trip out to the Chesapeake Bay. I am running, I'm racing all around. I'm flying, I'm trying baby, to come home.

I'm Dropping everything, I'm racing home. Now just let me know, where you wanna go. What was everything in the past now means nothing without you by my side. I can't do this half-assed - I just can't try to slide by.

'Cause if it takes a dozen roses on your doorstep every day, or another trip out to the Chesapeake Bay. I am running, I'm racing all around. I'm flying, I'm trying baby, to come home. 'Cause if it takes a dozen roses on your doorstep every day, or another trip out to the Chesapeake Bay. I am running, I'm racing all around. I'm flying, I'm trying baby, to come home.