A new kid on the block (musically), has been around the block quickly in a few short years

He’s new to the musical scene locally, but well known in Nashville:
— The singer and guitarist who plays the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt this Friday evening, April 7, shows that youth is indeed served, along with some seasoning.
In 2015, Levi Pelzer traveled to Nashville to work with some of the top producers, engineers, studio musicians and songwriters that Music City has to offer. On his 21st birthday, he released his debut single, “I Can Love You with my Eyes Closed,” to iTunes. After returning from Nashville, Levi began searching for musicians to play live in support of his upcoming album. The current lineup consists of both veteran musicians and rookies to the music scene.
Levi and his band played their debut show in June, 2015 to a sold-out crowd. Less than a year later the band is capturing the attention of fans and venues across the country. In January, 2016, Levi released his self-titled album to iTunes and digital download. That very month the band started their first regional tour, with shows in Minnesota, Wisconsin, North Dakota, South Dakota and Tennessee.
The longtime country rock band Lady Luck is on Saturday evening.
— Consider this the caper of the Halloween hopper. You can now get a special-prized New Glarus beer(s) in a hopper at the Village Inn in North Hudson, but I think the ad sign got the time of year wrong, saying it was a Halloween special. Or maybe what was meant, being that it’s now April, is a half-Halloween special, you know, like those half-birthday offerings from bar and grill e-clubs. Could be a bonanza if your B-day is celebrated on Oct. 31.

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