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This Friday: Last chance to qualify for Bungalow Idol, and a warmup act for bungling the jungle in front of some opinionated judges brought in by HudsonWiNightlife

This Friday: Last chance to qualify for Bungalow Idol, and a warmup act for bungling in the jungle in front of some opinionated “judges” brought in by HudsonWiNightlife. And I know, you’re reading it again, but this mentioned phrase is worth repeating. Actually, think about the emcee off on the side, stage right, with those big theatrical curtains hanging just kinda, sorta in front of him. Bungalow Idol has this version that promotes individuality by both the singer and emcee, very big dance area, and place where the machine that spins the instrumentals at this point has been used so many times it has taken root, and limits (are there any?) are delineated by carefully laid and separate styles of flooring, apt for cutting the rug.
This is not your father’s karaoke, or maybe it is, so just hit it. And so goes all you need to know about the remainder of Bungalow Idol, held all this month on Friday night, so you can still weigh-in — along with some non-official judges, brought here by HudsonWiNightlife and giving their commentary only there. So there may be those truly quasi-celebrity judges in the audience, whose opinions really mean nothing as far as naming the real winner, that will reign in on the sidelines with those select few who actually are the judges and have views that count, and carry more weight then, say, an emcee,”as I will keep on rambling on.” The two additional possible principals who are likely to show, after being on the road, come from very different worlds that start way back: The guy who can give you the ultimate Iron Maiden lowdown for virtually every one of their 180 songs but loves all types of music, retools his views to the point that the ol’ AC/DC is a meeting in the middle, and a woman whose choices are defined by four words To Sir With Love. And there may be added stand-ins who prefer something middling as far as volume, and between the polar ends is yes, Bungalow Idol minds and music. So lets all get together in Lakeland for the Bungalow Idol finals! This Friday is the last of the chances to qualify for the finals, on the first Friday in February. Music starts shortly before 10 p.m.

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