It starts out in the land of glamour, and then moves to all parts of the Hudson area:
— Hollywood Blvd. is the band at Dibbo’s on Saturday, and in terms of sheer numbers in the audience, these rockers will have a tough act to follow, literally, from the show put on by Black Water Alley last weekend. BWA has a lead singer who both looks and sounds just like Mama Cass, said a long-time patron Kris, who was one-half of the former sexy modeling duo Cougar Time. But, as far as glitz, Hollywood Blvd. should fit it just fine as a followup.
— Smirk Worthy, a new band playing around the area and featuring lead singer Amanda’s versatile vocals, will be at Champp’s in New Richmond on Friday. She said they will have a few more songs on their play list from when having their opening gig at Dick’s Bar and Grill earlier in the month, and that they will make a stab at “coordinating their apparel.”
— It’s the long and the short of it, at least involving bands and their names, at the Willow River Inn. On Friday its Rev, and on Saturday a veritable local group that’s wowed crowds for a long time, the Zebra Mussels.

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