Play it back, as longtime faves show … or don’t
— The five-member band Playback will play back at Dibbo’s on Saturday, featuring their blend of party rock, dance and pop music that includes songs by Pink, Black Eyed Peas, Lady Gaga, Kid Rock and Katy Perry. The guys and lead singer Nancy also will be sporting a little leather as they churn out favorites from the ’80s and ’90s.
— A longtime favorite in the area, the Tommy Bentz Band will be at the Corner Saloon on Saturday, playing jams, rock and southern rock. They are known for winning a contest a few years back for portraying the Beatles, and are a big favorite of my friend Liz Jones, who has run for Senate and the School Board in this area and now has taken her many skills that include being a volunteer extraordinaire to Texas. She says there are few jam bands that play this tight.
— Speaking of Idol, (in the Notes on the Beat), one man who made it into the Sweet 16 and farther has at times been part of a New Year’s Eve show at the Phipp’s Center for the Arts in Hudson, but apparently his star has risen enough so he won’t be there this year. However, family members of Reed Grimm that include prominent singer Colleen Raye will put on an all-woman show that night, with classic songs of the ’60s. Shows are at 6 p.m. and 8:30 p.m.

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