This weekend, it’s The Truth, and not just Kyle’s Two-Chord Truth, or in a quasi or rumors type of way.
— The band Truth & Rumors, consisting of a female lead singer and three guys on instruments, specializes in rock-a-billy, roots music and blues, and they will play at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday evening, Aug. 7. In case you want to know more about what they might play that night, there are available on online web sites 17 cover tracks and dozens of photos. The group also plays fairly frequent gigs at another inn, The Village, in North Hudson.
— The band Quasimofo, playing at The Village a few Saturdays back, had some of the most funked up jazz you will ever hear. It was largely and crazily keyboard fueled, and during a several-minute run, the man seated behind the electric piano had to stand on two occasions to belt out his groove. Look for them at various places in North Hudson, including Season’s Tavern, throughout the year.
— The lead singer of Smokescreen, which played the Smilin’ Moose recently, bears a resemblance to another vocalist who has had a look-alike around town in recent times, Scotty Ian of Anthrax, (you have to look a bit with your creative eyes, as the Smokescreen singer has a longer not stringy beard, but overall, this is not just blowin’ smoke). As far as the band’s lead guitar, they have a ways to go before cranking it up like Anthrax, but featured some pretty creative textures to their riffs, on “Centerfold” and also with the grinding treatment given to the last part of “Walk This Way.” And also give them kudos for going beyond overplayed classics, when diving into “High Infidelity” by REO Speedwagon. That last choice really got the attention of my good friend Tom, who said he has all their albums.
(As far as these look-alikes, I swear, singer Ian of Anthrax walked into Dick’s Bar and Grill a while back with reality TV star Bruce Jenner, who — since then — has become Caitlin. Maybe they will be there amongst the dozens displaying at the Brit car club show that goes on 9 a.m.-3 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 8, on adjacent Walnut Street).

Share the Post:

Related Posts

They’ve added a coffee bar, so you can have a foray of seating for four on stools in front of it, a wine bar and a petite table for two directly in front of the southwest window, and plenty of inexpensive drinks, but other than that The Urban Table as it is known is much like the former Urban Olive and Vine before it. The man who is the brains behind Hudco To Go has brought those $3 premium drinks and more to the restaurant that is kitty-corner to the, again, southwest when you take Locust Street and venture onto...
So many problems in our world, US and UK. How and when to bitch? Waiting for them to be named by a sizeable band, if they shed light on politics and ethical behavior in general, can make you numb. Has anyone else noticed, as we get older and grayer, the similarity in facial look between two who are on vocals, first a rapper and second a metal singer, knotted-side-hair Snoop Dogg and long and straight-to-collar Bruce Dickinson, one who spews island drinks as opposed to the other homemade beer, as Iron Maiden continues on in their latest with a gigantic gaggle of groups with requisite...
Just over two years ago, I sang solo an Iron Maiden song, Blood Brothers, slowly strummed via my cell phone to provide the instrumental, as the exact moment my dad was laid to his final rest under clay. A few weeks ago, one-man-band professional Jeff Loven, one of the best musicians I have ever heard and one with whom I have sung for 25 years, strummed the favorite Johnny Cash songs his father loved in the background for the last hour his dad had on this earth, the troubles of which Cash so frequently sang. Certainly, one of them was Hurt,...
A hodgepodge listing of everything that’s truly different but maybe baked porage follows, and we’re not talking about a connect-the-dots or puzzle-pieces contest or one on Trump’s foreign policy, haha, rather what I saw and what will be seen around town in recent times. Mostly, one of each. Think you have the world’s, or more likely local church’s, best grilled cheese sandwich, (coming from the land of, specifically, well curded and curdled milk and honey?) Fry it to the test on Saturday. No this is not an autumn chili cookoff, or char the best burger, or even a poker run...
Scroll to Top