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The entertainment is in its prime, with dancing, football and bar food as well, as the summer closes with a long Labor Day weekend

Wednesday, August 29th, 2018

Like your prime rib — and other more bar-type food — along with signature sauce? Indulge in prime entertainment along those lines, which also can be experienced in the form of music, give-aways and other eats, this long Labor Day weekend:
— He’s back again, and again, with a (bar) food-ish sauce name-alike you’re sure to remember. Solo act Bruce Burnience comes back to play the Smilin’ Moose early-on on the patio on Sept. 1, and he will be back, again, on Sept. 28. And as the (late night) end-of-summer bash continues to unfold, The Moose will have their pre-Labor Day dance party on the 2nd and also the 3rd.
— You can sign up at the local Buffalo Wild Wings, via their membership club, for a chance-to-win football offer that has the Vikings trumping the Packers. There is a Vikings Family of the Game chance (well worth it), as well as an opportunity to get a Packers custom jersey (maybe less so as far as value, I have to admit as a back of the Pack). And to boot, the former offer goes for a month longer than the Green Bay version.
— You can get your fantasy-draft-party game on via the takeout pack that feeds six to eight people, courtesy of again, Buffalo Wild Wings. You can pick a set of wings (what is this hockey?), a sharable (is this like when a free agent jumps ship?), and a side (pick the offensive or defensive side of the ball in your draft).
— Every dog has its day, and don’t feel sheepish about it. The Wisconsin State Working Dog Association’s Sheepdog Trials are on tap all Labor Day weekend at the Badlands Sno-Park east of Hudson on Kinney Road, incorporating shepherds from all over North America as well. There is an admission charge to view the herding efforts.
— Available as far as beer at many local haunts is the Mango Blond On Top. Or, excuse me, that’s Mango Blond On TAP.

Just what number of pay-for-each-point-and-more shots would it have taken the week before, when the Packers poured on 51 points …

Monday, August 27th, 2018

At the sports bar, how many shots does it take to make up for a lack of touchdowns, if your team is having too many three-and-outs, not three for ones? Read on:
— The Pack offense appeared to be back in week one of the preseason, when the home team racked up 51 points, but in the game just the other night, the scoring numbers were way down. To the point that one of the bartenders at Dick’s was pouring a number of shots ordered by one person for his crew that was greater in number than all the points scored by both teams, and the time of that order was well into the fourth quarter! This low-scoring affair really champions the Big D jersey worn by one man, of a slightly different era, that of defensive back Charles Woodson, (who fittingly has his own brand of wines, although limited edition).
— Along those lines, an email message from a deprived guy noted this: If you’re like me, for the last nine months, you have been “looking forward to your fantasy …” This would involve a squad, according to the message, of not the Swedish Bikini Team, but of some burly, sweaty guys striving to make it on your fantasy FOOTBALL draft.
— To recap another event where people tip a few, that being PepperFest, it was well past call afterward at a local bar, a trio of guys were trying to get that last drink, to no avail. The comeback: Oh Maggie, you have known me forever, cut me some slack. The comeback to the comeback: My name’s not Maggie. With that route gone, they suggested that they could sweeten the pot and sweet talk her at the same time, by singing some Ed Sheeren. When that didn’t go, the pot was sweetened again by saying they’d play that song for her on the jukebox. With that not working, they bought a frozen pizza to go, but when ordering a second, had to count all their pennies to pay for it.
— There was temporarily a new option on the taxi scene. A guy was asking for $5 per person to take you home. When asked about it and this potentially good deal, he added that this was only for PepperFest weekend, and possibly other major holidays. Bottom line? See you on New Years Eve. In the meantime, there are a couple of area people who have volunteered their services for giving a ride for cheap after last call. Talk about community service!
— On the service theme, the Ragnar several-state marathoning to benefit a cause came through the village just when PepperFest was at its peak, taking its runners right past a point only a block from the festival sponsoring park itself, with a directional sign spelling out the route for those legging it volunteers and positioned at one of the main intersections used to get to the fest itself after parking. For several years now, Ragnar has arranged to take people through this area, with each runner going a marathon-like distance, then passing the torch so to speak, to another runner. This running goes 24 hours and entails hundreds and hundreds of miles over several days. I don’t know which is more taxing, the wee-hours running or the rapid fire pepper eating in the contests nextdoor.
— On Friday night at PepperFest, the group of area youngsters who constitute the band Yam Haus had a following of loyal teeny boppers right up, front and center by the stage. That large group doubled when many somewhat older people filed over to the music area, but stayed to the back. There was a lot of speaking from the mic about the Hudson area by the lead singer, who especially referenced attending Houlton Elementary School.
— While we’re going Old School, there recently on late night TV was a roast of Bruce Willis, where he laughed hardily on the jokes made at his expense. That flies in the face of the experience of a friend out in California, who has met the actor while serving at Starbucks, and says he is really into himself and wears that on his sleeve, not someone who could laugh at himself. Will the real Bruce Willis please stand up?

Do you want less this Thursday night? No, you want more, and can have it, courtesy of a local liturgist and bands she recommends

Thursday, August 23rd, 2018

Less is more, and you’ve got a lot of styles, venues and influences there:
— The bass player for Les IzMoore is from Hudson, and online describes being formed by “the mean streets of Houlton.” The band moves south of there and plays Thursday night, Aug. 23, at the Lakefront Park band shell, as part of the ongoing summer concert series held each week on that night. Mike Brueske, who also plays in area churches, puts it this way: “Our goal as musicians is to remind people that good music is good for you, and the deeper the groove the better. Lately we’ve been hitting the 1970s for the richest and deepest grooves. The benefits have proven to be enormous, and the people dig it!” Fans of Van Morrison, Elvis Costello, Neil Young, Crowded House, Steely Dan and the Beatles will appreciate music that is familiar, but fresh, they say, as is interpreted through band’s perspective.
The person who told me about the above referenced group, a church liturgist, also gave a shoutout about another group that has played the area clubs, and again local churches, in the form of Mike Akan the drummer for Bigly. For a third Hudson person who completes the Holy Trinity of this genre, and also blends the secular and religious about where he plays, and has done so since a youngster, check out Chris Ashwood. He also gives music lessons where he says you can taste the best of both worlds, and specializes in playing with a fusion jazz trio consisting of family members. Check out his web site for more information.
— A great moment, perhaps worthy of some cash, at Dick’s Bar and Grill on a recent open mic night merits a plug for that entertainment found there every Thursday. The house band wrapped up the night’s gig with Folson Prison Blues by Johnnie Cash, delving into a spirited minute-long, guitar-led jam to conclude the song. See more of the same tonight.
— Maybe a matter of hearts and heads? Its called Two Hearted Ale — and does the fish image make the IPA ale tastier, as part of a sign on the wall by the Dick’s Bar door? It’s also got on display therean amber alt, and that sign goes on for about 100 words to describe the tie-in to Native American spirituality and a turtle that saves, as the beer is titled the “Headless Man,” despite German origins. Have the people at Turtle Lake Casino caught wind of this?

G’N’R and locally written music kept the Vulcans and Italians going almost all evening long on The Night Before PepperFest — and the parties continued well beyond the weekend

Saturday, August 18th, 2018

With lots of originally penned music and Paradise City sounding, the Vulcans — both from The Village and westward– combined with the North Hudson ilk to be invigorated with all their senses before, during and after PepperFest (see more on various local festivities, such as North Division football, on this web site’s Notes From The Beat or Picks of the Week departments):

— I didn’t know I had a neighbor who wrote music until the annual neighborhood block party, where she told me she has penned about 100 original songs, and actually performed many of them, mostly in the folk and Christian variety. It might be apt to wonder if these musical tastes were shared by, or with, their guests of the fall-is-coming weekend in question. Then went up all the PepperFest tents for four nights in their yard, with many of the visitors including members of the Vulcans camp, as is also the case with a handful of other locals opening their front yards for that weekend. And those same people made a similar allegiance known for days after the festival grounds closed, by keeping their porch lights on all night long, in at least one case having one such bulb tinted purple and one yellow, to show Viking fan-ship — even though this is Wisconsin. Would this end up like a recent raunchy, late-night comedy where a pair of sisters throw an over-the-top wild party, with in this case louder music, and the guests decide to make Viking horns with their fingers and — sorry Minnesota fans — burn the boat.
— As for that prior Thursday evening, the party had already started, not so much in the local bars but in garages rimming PepperFest park. My neighbors man cave was hopping, near the beginning with the song Paradise City, which a couple of weeks earlier was touted on the sign of Kozy Korner as being written for the village of North Hudson. Some visitors put up strings of lights in the yards they had borrowed — or taken over? —  that shown for days like the stars above a Vulcan mariner’s sky. But Kozy was also clairvoyant when remarking on its marquee that Whitney Houston wrote I Will Always Love You for the pizzaria and sports bar itself. It was only the next day that the news broke that another queen of soul, the original, had died. Kozy obviously was giving R-E-S-P-E-C-T to both Whitney and the late Aretha Franklin.
— Up in Star Prairie, for Ox Cart Days, there was a dearth of candidates for certain coronations. Miss Star Prairie had its one hopeful in 16-year-old Alixandria Einberger, and Little Miss Star Prairie its lone queen candidate in nine-year-old Lalia Torntore. Star Prairie is a little burg, so maybe they were the only 14 and nine years olds residing there at this moment! But the last crown category, Tiny Miss Star Prairie, had three kids. Maybe they are triplets!
— An Aerosmith-themed pinball machine that had been up at Dick’s Bar and Grill for months put a couple of the band members in harm’s way, as in missing their arms. Lead singer Steven Tyler is portrayed gripping a mic in his left hand, but where is his right? It is nowhere to be seen. Likewise, the drummer — unnamed because those doing percussion avoid the limelight, unlike Tyler — has a stick in his right hand but you can’t see any hint of his left, which I would think also holds a stick. But maybe that’s their schtick. Anyway, that pinball machine has been replaced by one with an Iron Maiden theme, to match the actual instrument on display at the other end of the venue, the restaurant part. The new electronic machine posts as an ad not “Powerslave” but “Legacy of the Beast,” after the classic Maiden song “Number of the Beast.” Has the metal band been around so long that we’re now using the word “legacy?”
— Now that its again time for Viking football, this thought. Is it the right time for Adrian Peterson to take the same path as Browns legend and lineman Joe Thomas, who is married to a Hudson woman and former Badger basketball player, and simply walk away from the game and retire while on top as far as his personal performance? Memo to Brett Favre. With that thought, another QB performance: New quarterback Cousins was the subject of media attention recently for the fact that he drives kind of a beater. Will the fact that in the preseason opener he went four-for-four for forty-plus yards and a TD mean he can upgrade to an SUV? (OK, its not that much of a beater). Word has it however, that Thomas might reconsider retirement now that its been announced that the Browns will give away a ton of free beer once they get that first win in a year. Or, that much-sought-after win might take so long to come that he will be regular-working-stiff retirement age before he can sip it while in his wheelchair!
— In the form of Jillian Gurnoe, a newcomer locally who is known for his vocals — before the prime time of the also vocal Packer fans — the Village Inn made a foray into the soon-to-close world of summer Sunday patio music as a pre-view to the pre-season of the NFL, when The Inn’s draw during these same hours is huge.
— The sign at Kozy said congratulations Kimmy and Jimmy, only one letter different and the letters in question come one right after and other in the alphabet. Can a Timmy be far behind?

Its loud (allegedly) and local (for the most part) with Pepper Fest music this weekend, and don’t forget to hit the (secret) sauce, not that kind of sauce, with Season’s Wicked Wings

Thursday, August 16th, 2018

Do you want some Salt ‘N Pepa with your yams? The latter is in the Haus.
PepperFest is on again with a peppering of new (to varying degrees) bands striving to become seasoned. My sister-in-law from the north metro, who is through and through country, said that when she heard Yamhaus she thought they were “heavy metal.” When any band has a vegetable as a part of its name, I highly doubt it. To decide, see this group of area people play in the Village of Hudson park on Friday night. Two other bands follow, The Roger Allen Band (their full ensemble) on Saturday night and Paisan and the Family Brass on Sunday night.
— Meanwhile, kitty-corner across the street, Seasons Tavern will again host their Wicked Wings Challenge on Saturday afternoon, and as has been the case each year with the contest (Pepper Fest is more than hot pepper and spaghetti eating races, although you can find that too, same day), the featured Season’s sauce is kept a secret — and kept in a vault under lock and key, OK we made that up — until the day of the ordeal that requires nerves of steel. Sufferin’ Succotash! And again OK, we doubt that’s the featured flavor this year.
— If all this Pepper pizzazz not enough for you, you can drive or walk northward and catch Jawsy as an additional music act at the Village Inn on Saturday night, as they play an hour longer than at the fest itself, going until 1 a.m.
— Want to buy one of thousands of golf balls, for a quarter each, that were gathered by a benefactor during and around the recent benefit event for Travis Ostby, a man who faces tremendous and expensive medical difficulties from rapidly spreading melanoma. All of that quarter go to his cause. Simply go to Jonesy’s The Local, in Plaza 94 next to Hudson Bowling Center, and you have it. The Local was opened a few months back, and longtime bartender all-around-town Jonesy says he was in no hurry to put a sign up front because those who know him, and how he operates, were well aware anyway of his club’s new existence, and its video and hands-on gaming/sports theme. To wit: People either get the place, and his thrown-out-there attitude delivered with a biting but hilarious and playful edge, or a few don’t.

Elections again are the sign of the times, so in a like manner — like the First Lady formerly did — let’s get naked and support even ‘The Body!’

Tuesday, August 14th, 2018

The elections are here again, with many connections to political signs being at the forefront (more on that down further in this story), and all this came to mind again when my mom pointed out to me that back in the day, the First Lady posed nude.
Is that necessarily a problem? Frankly, I would be more concerned about the shirts and their political messages on immigration that Mrs. Donald has worn in recent times, not whether she takes off the shirt again. It should be noted, the bare-it-or-not rule is different for the now aging ex-governor, Jesse “The (Former) Body” Ventura.
With that said, I thought I would weigh in on the idea of posing nude, and what some local people I know who are models have to say about the topic.
And, I save the best over-the-top example of a shoot gone wrong for the end of this listing.
— XXXXX1, did a lengthy photo spread while nude, requiring more than one day of shooting, but emphasizes that it was all classy, not any type of “spreading.”
— XXXXX2, did a photo shoot in her late 30s semi-nude for a Calvin Klein ad — that ironically is her last name — but at the last minute scuttled it, fearing what her dad would say.
— XXXXX3, has on rare occasion done and will do nude photo shoots if required, but does not prefer to do so.
— XXXXX4, she and others have often posed in skimpy bikinis when needed, but as far as being nude in front of the camera, they draw a line.
— XXXXX5, she has posed for Playboy and fitness magazines, but downplays it, and just considers it a job, while rather emphasizing that primping and preening in front of the camera for up to 12 hours is hard work!
— XXXXX6, the photos were OK, but in what could be a local theme, were in the wrong end of a bathroom, (could have been a better choise of venue).
— XXXXX7, while a prominent model and actress, even in early days when she first got going, she will not consider posing nude — although the bare midriff in her YouTube series is impressive.
— XXXXX8, and the promised finale, there was a late October photo shoot in a cold river up north where the model, literally, got chased briefly by a big animal that resembled a beaver. And that was not a scripted part of the photo shoot. But still deliciously cheesy.
But again evoking racy images, including that of the First Lady, there is the election connection. There has long been a sign along the freeway in the town of Hudson, saying We Support Trump. I have to cite the Bob Segar song Love To Watch Her Strut, where it says we “do respect her butt,” in making this comparison: Remove the first letter and it could say We Support Rump. As he most certainly does. But now a more tame message has taken its place on this fanning sign, backing a local Republican candidate.
With Trump related material, there is always Reality TV. And two Hudsonites recently strutted their wares.
The longtime North Hudsonite has been on American Pickers. Known locally simply as Swanee, he has a three-car garage full of cars and their parts, almost bigger than his house, and he long has organized some of the best classic car shows in Minnesconsin, with the venues being in St. Paul and Duluth. Someone I know someone who said she saw the episode hit the air a couple of months ago. I found out from the horse’s mouth that this was on the docket in spring when visiting him to get an assessment of the resale value of a couple of mag tires, and he knew all the details — unfortunately down to a couple of custs in the sidewalls. All the better for hagling.
The other prominent Hudsonite was a chef at San Pedro, which serves a particular variety of food, Caribbean, as its claim to fame. He was invited to sweat it out in front of the cameras in a show where someone with an expert specialty hits the ground running and has to prepare a different style of meal — one with which he is quite unfamiliar.

As Jeff Loven often says, when sorting out the categories for his music trivia contests, It’s Back To The ’80s, in the form of an Obsession reunion

Friday, August 10th, 2018

As a lover of old school metal, simply said, they’re my Obsession:
— There will be a reunion performance of the 1980s speed metal band that gave Jeff Loven his start, at Amsterdam Hall in St. Paul on Friday, Aug. 10. Loven, the longtime local one-man-bander, at some points in those early days was more on vocals than guitar. The appropriately titled publicity photo — which goes under the heading, If the good die young then we will live forever — for the show is pure and cheesy hair band material, and it is dated 1984. (Jeff looked a lot different then. Lets just say his hair was a lot longer). But that five-member band, Obsession, also had plenty of substance, and their blistering guitar was fast enough to get prominent gigs on both coasts, playing both the top clubs in New York City and also on The Strip. Tickets are available at www.ticketfly.com. Doors open at 7 p.m. The club is at 6 West Sixth St. in St. Paul.
— I thought it odd that when searching the internet for Pierce County Fair 2018, I saw listed a bunch of really down home acts?!?
Oh, my bad, that actually was Pierce County in Washington State!
Back here in Ellsworth this weekend, it turns out, the list is shorter. There are multiple musical performances by local legends The Memories (a decades-long variety show) and also Six Appeal (a group of six sexy men singing a capella). They take the stage for most of Saturday and Friday evenings, respectively. There also is an encore, of sorts, with the Coleen Raye Family and Friends Variety Show, at 2 p.m. Sunday.
— The Brit classic car show is on again outside of Dick’s Bar and Grill, on Saturday from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. It has had a long run, so what is new to say this year in a preview? Go into Dick’s and check out the cool logos displayed on the flyer announcement all around the joint, a dozen insignias in all, portraying both car brands and their area clubs.

Song circle founder’s annual running of I-94 to Irish fests near and far helps hook up with singer Katie and Cousin Clancy

Wednesday, August 8th, 2018

The six-hour drive on Interstate 94 between Milwaukee and The Twin Cities has become an annual road trip for Mark Minor, although it doesn’t seem that long when his favorite tunes are playing — especially when they can also be found at each end of the tour like bookends, and incorporate music he sings himself with a song circle, and his cousin chimes in once picked up near the Wisconsin border.
That break from the action has been fashioned into a yearly pilgrimage to meet up with Jeanie Conant, and its never been a Gopher vs. Badger thing. Each year he takes in the multi-day Irish music festivals in each city, a whirlwind since they happen only a week apart, with the first being this weekend in St. Paul. And it was a trip from Milwaukee to see his cousin in Hudson, that got the ball rolling. After 17 years, he would hear and see the Twin Cities version of the festival. Again.
The Milwaukee Irish Fest — of which a photo of Minor and a buddy taking in one of their bands just happens to be on the cover — was founded by two brothers in a prominent Milwaukee Irish family, Ed and Chuck Wood more than 35 years ago. The event grew into the world’s largest Irish festival, lasting four days, boasting 30 music stages and dozens of food and gift stands on a shore of Lake Michigan fairgrounds. There are plenty of Irish sports, too, both on the water and off, and also team tug-of-war. When he lived in St. Paul, Minor had watched their fest grow from a one-day event at the St. Paul Armory near the Capitol, to a three-day affair at the University of St. Thomas, to an even bigger extravaganza at Harriet Island, having a lot of the same activities as in Milwaukee, and also plenty of Irish merchandise, such as compact discs and mementos. Admission has always been free.
The Chuck Wood Celtic Song Circle was founded by Minor and his friends in summer, 2010, and incorporates Celtic music, as well as that of Ireland, Scotland and even Wales, Cornwall from the predominantly Celtic western Britian, Cape Breton in Canada, Australia, New Zealand and Irish communities in the United States. The members also sang in-concert in the Milwaukee Irish Fest Song Circle. “We felt it would be fun to branch out into singing the songs of the ‘other’ Celtic nations in addition to the usual Irish and Scottish bill of fare, such as Loch Lamond and Whiskey in the Jar.” That latter song was even covered by the metal outfit Metallica, causing a local friend who knows his way around a guitar to say this is his favorite song by the group, among hundreds.
Then Chuck Wood and his family, friends of Minor and his group, lost their mentor to cancer last November. This caused the song circle to rename themselves after Wood following an unanimous vote.
“Over the years that I’ve attended the Minnesota Irish Fair, I’ve listened to and met many fine musicians and singers,” Minor said. They include both traditional and American Irish music. “Since I’ve been going there with Jeanie, we have greatly enjoyed Gaelic Storm, The Screaming Orphans, The High Kings, Eileen Ivers and Katie McMahon. Joan Diver and the Screaming Orphans and Katie McMahon, who was the principal female singer withe Riverdance, are friends of mine, as are the High Kings.” One of them, Finbarr Clancy is a cousin of Minor’s and Jeanie’s.
“I introduced myself to Finbarr after one of their shows that (2010) fest, and I told him about my genealogical discovery revealing our being cousins through one of his Clancy aunts having married a Butler of the Butler family of County Tipperary where the Clancys also hail from,” Minor said. Finbarr replied, “Well, you know what? I’m married to a Butler woman!” That is his wife Grainne. “We hit it off right away and (Finbarr and I) have been close friends ever since. We get together at every Irish Fest that they are booked for, and we had a grand visit a few years ago at the Minnesota Irish Fair with cousin Jeanie joining us.”
Gaelic Storm play a mix of Irish folk favorites and songs they’ve written themselves, “all with a robust pace and wonderful rhythm,” Minor said, adding The Screaming Orphans perform in similar fashion, singing good and LOUD, hence their name. Eileen Ivers is another Riverdance alumnus, a fiddler who plays her signature blue violin with gusto. Katie McMahon, who accompanies herself on the harp, has an operatic quality to her voice and beautiful Irish lilt. As for The High Kings, they give great energy to many of their songs, which include the traditional Irish and some American numbers, and even a pop song, The Boys Are Back In Town, perhaps best known for the rendition by a rock band made up of Irish men, Thin Lizzy. “Fine musicians all, they also sing in beautiful harmony. “Jeanie and I love hearing them in concert, and this is one of the reasons we always return to the Minnesota Irish Fair! And a bonus for me, most of the folks come to perform at our Milwaukee Irish Fest, held just a week after the Minnesota Bash. What fortuitous timing!”
“My fondest memories of the Minnesota Irish Fair are the incredible national and international performers who I met and became friends with, which include The High Kings and Katie McMahon. We’ve become tight; for a period of about 15 year’s I didn’t attend the Iirsh Fair, as I had moved home to Milwaukee in late 2001, I was out of touch with some of them,” Minor said. “But when I came up to visit Jeanie and went with her to Irish Fair in 2015, we saw that Katie was scheduled to perform on the main stage.” After a half-hour walk to get to the platform, she saw the now newcomers approaching and yelled out a hello. “We hadn’t had any contact whatsoever in those years, and picked up right where we left off with our friendship, as if it were only a few days or weeks since we were last together,” Minor said. “She recognized me immediately and warmly greeted me! I have become gray of hair and white of moustache in the interim years and she still knew my face right away. Katie, by the way, still looks stunning, as much so as the day we met at that earlier Irish Fair those fourteen years prior! We had a lovely visit after her concert in which Jeanie and I enjoyed her charm and our conversation about Irish music and the Irish Fair,” Minor said.
“I introduced Jeanie to Katie and they connected and became fast friends. We look for each other every year now, as we make it a practice of attending the Irish Fair every year when I come for a visit.”
She’s not the only who has made an annual ritual. “A couple of years ago I treated Seamus Kennedy, a splendid guitarist, singer, raconteur and humorist from Belfast, Northern Ireland now living with his family in Annapolis, Maryland, to a beer after one of his shows at our Irish Fest. We talked a lot about Irish music as well, also the U.S. Naval Academy which also calls Annapolis home,” Minor said. He has a local friend who gets them tickets to the Navy Midshipmen’s football home games. “Seamus is a good friend and drinking companion, and a whale of an entertainer,” Minor added.

Build it — or tear it down first — and they will come, whether fans of a new club, ball complex, or school (where you can actually wander away after work and light up)

Wednesday, August 8th, 2018

(For a post that actually manages to combine the seemingly strange bedfellows of  elections and nudity, see this web site’s Notes From The Beat department).

Everything is under construction it seems, from an armory to an auditorium to asphalt. Or that’s been termed deconstruction, fittingly, as that item is listed partway down:
— The old armory in the Twin Cities, which has been turned into a happening nightclub, has been done so through the help of a young Hudsonite who is part of a three-person production crew for this and some other venues. The 6,000 seats at the new armory facility often sell out fast for name musical acts, he noted. That made this headline in the St. Paul Pioneer Press — when his crew and others had a disagreement with a related new and major venue also chosen to host a series of bands just prior to the Super Bowl — seem a bit behind the eight ball: “Mystic Lake sued over cancelling temporary nightclub.” Temporary?
— Likewise, a couple of workers from Colorado were part of a small team brought in to troubleshoot some fix-its at the then-almost-finished Hudson High School and auditorium renovation. They said they were fresh off another such task at a small town in Minnesota, where the locals were so happy with the work on the local school and music-staging area that they threw a great big community party with the messiahs of mortar, who can carry a tune with a band as well as carry a toolbox, as guests of honor. After getting the last pieces to fit, they celebrated likewise at Dick’s Bar, but found there was one piece missing — heartily so — that would have made it a true to-do. What was the missing link? You’ve got to remember, the workers were from Colorado.
— The online ad for learning additional languages suggested that people do so pronto, so it would be useful during soccer’s World Cup. What my friend at Buffalo Wild Wings, which billed itself as the Hudson place to view the action, thought about this was the kicker. “I could care less about soccer,” she said with a smirk. Another patron, however, said that she had just been to a Minnesota United game, and was impressed by the about 30,000 people who were there, possibly riding on the coattails of the World Cup and prior to that catching some of the action at BWW. And speaking of events well flooded with people, there have been a couple in recent weeks in Lakefront Park, including the Relay For Life and Riverfest, leading staffers from Dick’s to ponder aloud, “just what’s going on down there?”
— They needed to make the hopper hop to it. On a recent Thursday at the Village Inn, a going away party was so well-attended — so much so that the staff was swamped with up to 150 people, obviously much more than usual for that night — that all their beer hoppers were hard at work all throughout the night, dispensing drinks. This kind of crowd though is what bartenders live for, as they make their living largely through tips. This was at the forefront of the mind of one of them, she told me, even though that packed night not prompted by the Packers was awhile back, but seemed like yesterday.
— Just one thought, from the late night news about their news that China would no longer be accepting solid waste from the U.S. “Looks like they no longer are going to take our shit!”
— Another play on words, as far as use (or misuse) of language. A late-night buddy was livid about the use in the newspaper of the word deconstruct to describe the first stages on the remake of the former dog track into a multi-use complex to include a longer-in-coming than Field of Dreams baseball diamond. He argued that it should read that there would be demolition followed by new construction. To deconstruct would be going back and doing things like taking out individual nails one at a time. (He even planned to look the word up in the dictionary — we debated which one — just to make sure he had nailed it on the head). He also referenced as mandatory use of a wrecking ball. I mentioned to him that the term deconstruct might be more succinct, but that did not go far — in what is unusual for someone who has had a few beers, he didn’t have a tolerance for being chatty.
— The sign, when taken in full, advertised award winning ribs, but because of the lights on one side being out, at night it was seen as “ard ing ibs.”
— The last slogan to reference was on a beautiful women’s T-shirt. I at first thought it read Under Construction, which made me consider quipping to her A Job Well Done. Then I noticed, just in time to save myself from a serious social blunder, that the shirt actually said Under Armour. Later, I made another such miscue, and this time — unfortunately — the words actually exited my mouth. The server had to break away and head to the end of the bar to serve some last-minute off-sale customers, and I regretably said, “this is the back end, you know the drill!”
— Again, I guess Dibbo’s will never go away. A magazine on the rack showed the hottest swimsuit bodies of the year, and weighing in despite her age being beyond 40 was Brooke Burke. I’ve always thought that my old band-watching friend Jen looked much like her, having the long legs although not quite as long in the tooth.
— Tracey, or should I say Traceys, were both back to watch one-man-bander Jeff Loven the other night. Tracey No. 1 got up and for old times sake did their rendition of Paradise By The Dashboard Light. And speaking of the One Man Band, he is headlining the Freedom Fest in Minnesota with a record six-hour set.
— Every dog must have his day, although there’s a limit to where they can go. Now that the kitchen is in at the newly renovated Starr’s Bar, there are signs on the doors saying dogs can no longer be brought in, unless they are service animals. The exception is out on the patio, where they can go as long as they are leashed and neutered. The place once had a problem resulting from that, the sign continued. (Use your imagination! Or maybe don’t).