It’ll get wild this weekend, and you can be sure to “plant” a bid for seafood a few days later.
— Coyote Wild, playing the Smilin’ Moose on Friday evening, Aug. 28, has all the fun of the movie Coyote Ugly with, dare I say, an almost scholarly PR approach. “Country music has had a massive influence in the history of rock music and rock music has changed the direction of country,” their online bio reads. “You can enjoy both with Coyote Wild.”
— Trouble Maker, I think it was, had a band member that looked just like Robert Plant, (post-Zeppelin days), except that he was on guitar not vocals, and kept his shirt on during a recent, and recurring, gig at the Village Inn in North Hudson.
— There are high-profile meat raffles at various local venues, most notably the Village Inn, but few offer both meat and seafood at the same outing, such as is the case at Woody’s in Bayport. This tasty tandem is held there the first Wednesday of every month from 4:30 to 6:30 p.m.
And I may have egg on my face for not mentioning earlier that as part of the “fully loaded” Bloody Mary at Woody’s, there is egg on the burger tacked onto the top of the glass, and also cheese and bacon.
— The recent version to close the night, by the female lead singer of Dirt Road Dixie at the Smilin’ Moose, found them doing a popular and traditional country song, (I’m sorry, the name escapes me, as it was near to closing time), but it was dead-on in matching the tonal quality of the usually male-sung lyrics. Then, during their breaking down of stage equipment, she hauled away a flag staff with big bright orange cloth at top and bottom that was on the other end of things, being quite unusual. They’re likely to again play the Moose soon, so check out what they have in store.

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