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Be smokin’ with your blues guitar, to bring on the heat with Old Red, the dog in that old country song. Re: That blue tick hound could use a scrub down

Go on the road with your guitar, but don’t put on the dog, just be inventive:
— The Northwoods Blues Fest in Chippewa Falls that plays all weekend will hang its hat on Howard “Guitar” Luedtke, at least as far as Hudson is concerned. This area man with strong local ties is on stage near the end of Friday evening’s concert slate. Another recently occurring regional festival, in outstate Minnesota, features another local musician, Devin Worley. (We’re not giving it as prominent a billing as the Chippewa affair, because its a hike to get there, although that backroads and backwoods appeal might just be part of the draw).
— You can spray down your dog, rather than quaff down a water, because hopefully they’re lucky enough to be spayed, but before that down a Lucky Dog beer at Dick’s. The double liquid reference is for a dog wash on the other side of the street on June 23 that gets going around noon and goes to about 4 p.m. and benefits a number of services related to canine causes, especially to aid those who have been in the wild. And you can always engage a llama on the side.
— The Michael Handler Project is projecting its — their term — inventive acoustic music to the audience at Urban Olive and Vine as we speak. That would be inventive, plugging them as they take their first set break, rather than getting it all out in the time frame of a single solo.

— Pabst Blue Ribbon, the draft beer form, is on special at Buffalo Wild Wings for the pro sports drafts that are on tap. Do patrons and personnel directors imbibe before making their ch0ices, especially when they are part of fan draft parties at the place? Maybe that’s why the Brewers and Bucks have sometimes come up on the short end, when they see how their picks actually perform.

— HudsonWiNightlife does try to be healthy, in fact we’re all ears. So they perked up when hearing about the advantages of the services offered by Amdahl Hearing at 411 Stageline Road, which include improved cognitive functioning and overall health, better relationships at home and a stronger ability to maintain balance. Uhm, for our purposes and what we purvey, those would not be the same advantages of having a few beers. With a caveat. There can also be increased feelings of self-worth, but as far as the similarities with beer, have you ever seen a tipsy person who is not into themselves way too much? And maybe we then don’t want to hear them! The last strength is said to be increased satisfaction at work. If that work is as a bartender, that flies as a similarity also. (I must give the folks at Amdahl a shoutout for flowing with my attempt at satire). But one other joke that I hope is worth hearing, from an offer by another company, seen on a flyer at a bar. Its headline read: “Having trouble hearing voices?” Never had a problem with that one — even when the music is loud.

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