Raise your darts to beer drinkers and hell raisers:
— The first annual Randy Westling Luck of the Draw Doubles Dart Tournament, which is a mouthful, is on at the Village Inn in North Hudson on Saturday, March 28. Speaking of mouthfuls, there are two quotes on the flyer advertising the event. “You don’t have to be a beer drinker to play darts, but it helps,” by author unknown. And then there’s one from Randy himself, “Jagger-bombs work too,” although I’m not sure whether that refers to the drink or the rock singer. In any case, signup is from 11 a.m. to noon, with shooting starting at 12:15 p.m. Entrance fee is $10 per person, with a whopping 200 percent payback, Chicago style. The rock band Rizer (not the Stones) will play Saturday evening.
— Downtown River Falls will have two bands that go beyond the normally seen on Saturday night, and both are known to play at rodeos. The Farmers Daughters are at Shooters, and are billed as a five- or six-piece band, with/depending on keyboard, that sounds like Miranda Lambert, Joan Jett and the Blackhearts and Carrie Underwood. Iron Horse plays Maverick’s Corner Saloon, featuring three lead singers with both sexes represented, with their modern country and classic rock.
— For something a bit more unusual for this area than classic rock or country, check out the Ghetto Superstars at the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night. They specialize in being a GFunk Era tribute to hip-hop, rap and rhythm and blues.
— And now that spring has finally sprung, officially, I’m continuing to announce that bands will play in a prominent indoor spring event — at least 12 of them doing more than 50 total hours of free foot stompin’ music at 13 different venues — at the Roots and Bluegrass Music Festival in River Falls on April 9-12.

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