Dubstep, moombahton and glitch-hop, and jazz, too.
— A huge music festival, with dozens of acts, comes to the Somerset amphitheater and will go virtually all weekend from Aug. 9-11 when factoring in camping and afterparties. It will feature all kinds of music for the young crowd, with diverse styles that include things called dubstep, moombahton and glitch-hop, often presented in a complex way, and even stuff an older rocker such as myself would recognize, such as The Wailers of Bob Marley fame, and the Indie rock group Passion Pit. Pages of information can be found online for set schedule, camping, tickets, afterparty stuff and much, much more (literally) by going to somersetfestival.com.
— This weekend, of course, will also feature another JazzSpring performance at Pudge’s Bar on their patio, and now that they are established locally, its time to recall favorite performances. I liked the smooth, flowing melody that came as part of a sax solo when I first saw them in June. To determine your favorite memory, check them out for yourself on Thursday starting at 7:30 p.m. or Friday at 8 p.m.
— Amanda and her duo A & W played their first of what will likely be many performances locally at Dick’s Bar and Grill, fitting since she bartends there. Amanda provided the percussion by both sitting on, and pounding with her hands, a rigged-up crate that was done in much the style as Saving Starz in their duos. A & W with Amanda on vocals did some songs that steered far from the usual classic rock, beyond the covers typically chosen by a female singer.
— Much the same from Christy Sperling, who is fast becoming an ongoing local presence, when she covered Who Will Save Your Soul by Jewel in a solo performance at the Village Inn in North Hudson to help celebrate the birthdays of stalwarts Diane (her 50th) and Joey (his 30th) last weekend.
— Lastly of note, when River Falls Days was held earlier in the summer, there were the usual bands in the usual venues, but Johnnie’s Bar also got in on the act by having three bands in three days, Chimney Fish, Old School and Dave Snyder.
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