Singing Songs About The Southland, and more, with Riddle Brothers Americana all the way up and down the Mississippi, and now coming to North Hudson via The Village

Answer the call, and the Riddle, by going to see The Riddle Brothers at The Village Inn, as this weekend’s ties stretch all the way to Baton Rouge and Chicago:

— Consider this Riddle: Which band you can see this Saturday includes “Riddlers” by the name of Charles, Mark and Michael. That would be, yes, The Riddle Brothers. It is the same bat channel as the only local venue this Minnesota crew has played in the past, that loyalty being to the Village Inn in North Hudson, which picks its acts with care and has had The Riddle Brothers. a couple of times before. With strong ties to their southern heritage, The Riddle Brothers play what they call an eclectic, acoustic blend of pure Americana, folk and original songs. Their musical roots originate from living in cities nestled along the shores of the Mississippi River, including Baton Rouge, Moline IL, (also referenced by folk-rocker Bob Segar in one of his songs), and closer to this area and further north than the rest, that of course that being Minneapolis-St. Paul. The music is on all evening of June 15. And if there is more star power by association needed, the Marshall Tucker Band has a drummer by the name of Riddle.
— The Red Line. Or a red stripe, as was being painted on the south side of not Chicago, but Kozy Korner in North Hudson. But there is another geographical reference, this time having to do with all things Eau Claire and Milwaukee, and this is blue (to be combined with the aformentioned red and also white, with July 4th coming). To more fully explain, Kozy is having $3 specials on EC-based Leinie’s during all Milwaukee Brewer games. So what’s so special about that? Like all things having to do with beer and brats and brews at Brewer games, go big or go home back to North Hudson, where you can live large anyway, through the fact that these Kozy and cheap Leinie’s are a full 22 ounces.
— Their flyer, unintentionally, shows some game boards that because of their lines of holes, and also having rounded corners, looks like Dr. Scholl’s insoles. But the event it is footing promises to be more interesting, although the jury is out on Old School vs. newbie players. Find out by doing the cribbage tournament at Dick’s Bar and Grill on Saturday starting at 1 p.m. And bring your old lady, because it is a doubles format. There is a $10 entry fee, but that cost is eased since a free drink is offered to players, and there are prizes.
— I often joke about this, when talking about the bands that are profiled on hudsonwinightlife, in which cases I steer toward those that are newer and less known, to get the word out. To extend the joke, at least they are not the Zebra Mussels for the umpteenth time. But to carry forward with that theme, it is duly noted that The Mussels will play both Friday and Saturday nights at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt. That two-fer is occurring there for one of the first times with bands. And to clear up any misunderstanding that could potentially have happened, concerning Blind Dog playing there last weekend, they are different then (1) the heavy metal band that has been around since the 1990s, (2) they are not necessarily the Blind Dog Blues Band, and (3) they aren’t the band Blind Dogs. With all these bands chiming in, there should be some bling coming in.

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