They are A Prince Of A Fellow, although fronted by a female lead singer

The Prince wagon still keeps on running, as do llamas:
— The Prince tributes roll on with this week’s announcement that he was the best selling artist of 2016, and in that spirit, you might get a dose of such Symbol-ism if you take in the band Still Runnin’ at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday night, Jan. 14. They have Prince songs on their set list and even have been known to give a shoutout about such hits online, in addition to their hot country and classic rock.
— It’s always fun when a relatively new band on the scene gets invited back to a prominent venue very quickly, and such was apparently the case with Sushi Roll returning to the Smilin’ Moose — which has quite a few bands in its already established rotation — after only a few week lag. But wait a minute. They were scheduled, as was part of The Moose’s advertising, to play there this Friday night, Jan. 13, but there’s been a last minute change. Replacing them is the band 8 Foot 4, which by the way features Hudson’s own Skip Ballard on bass.
— It’s that time of year again for the annual One Block Fun Run for charity. While the run itself occurs on the neighboring dike road — and you get to compete with llamas — much of the fun is inside Dick’s Bar and Grill, with games, food, prizes and drink ticket, all for one admission price. The jaunt starts promptly at noon on Saturday, especially if its cold, although you can get to Dick’s early and enjoy.

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