Add to the Circus that is now here since its fall, and go to the Smilin’ Moose on Friday, and add to that Chronic Trio on Saturday

Smile! Its Audio Circus playing, and although its too late for Aldo, you can still be chronically into Chronic Trio:
— With the fall now here, the Smilin’ Moose is in the second week of its post-summer full-band schedule, and invites the group Audio Circus to its stage on Friday, Oct. 19. The band is known for its party rock but also brings several other musical styles to its mix.
— You no doubt at this point missed the solo act Aldo, which played Thursday, when coming to Urban Olive and Vine — sorry about that late notice — but you can still triple your pleasure to boot with Chronic Trio on Saturday, bringing on a trifecta of sorts.
— If you can wait until Wednesday for your musical adventure, it might be well worth it. Spice up your Wednesday night, and jump start it early, with live music at Pedro’s del Este, by the flamenco master himself of the area, Mateo Davis, playing with another musician friend to bolster the sound from 7-10 p.m. They’ve already had a successful run of several straight Wednesdays at Pedro del Este to build on, during the course of the summer.
— Football specials abound, but we really like this one. Any time when there is an NFL game playing at Dick’s Bar and Grill, and that can be Thursday, Sunday, Monday or (in some cases late in the season) Saturday, you can get a Corona for only $2.25. There are some food specials too, but the Mexican beer offering — also invoking the internationally favored soccer kind of football? — stands out.

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