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To see groups at Ziggy’s or Urban Olive and Vine, you might need to take a taxi and while on the way ask him about his band — and you just may be routed via Buffalo Wild Wings for a similar conversation — that is not all that it seems

Let’s get back to the music. And further down in this post, a whimsical tale about such tuneage, and the taxi driver connection.
This band has not only a one-word name, but its lack of capitalization is enough to be hip. The musical act houseboats could not wait until spring on the St. Croix River to get cruising, so they are at Urban Olive and Vine on Saturday, early evening. Their style has been said to be a double B, somewhere between this area’s own Bon Iver and Bruce Springsteen, also well known to certain people in these parts through the magic of being backstage.
Pop ROCKS may be a two-word name, but is more and more in demand, as their promo poster shows pyrotechnics at the center of the stage reminding one of early KISS, but add in some throw-back hip-hop to accompany all the genres you would expect. They are at Ziggy’s Friday night, and the next evening it’s Rough House, showing a guitarist with roughly chiseled abs and pecs and biceps.
A couple of bands are trying to get more local with their gigs, after exploring clubs on the outer rim on the west side of the Twin Cities, and going north.
Two Shots Down has a musician I met at Buffalo Wild Wings when working as a server, who provides an uncommon lyrical advantage, and when the conversation turned to music at length I could see there was a rapport. Based on the name-tag, I like The Fonz thought of her as Mrs. C. But early on, I’d also noticed a flat chest of the same dimension as the stomach. Then after the length of several guitar solos, there was that tug on the mask to reveal the side of the face – and a lot of facial hair! The reverse of Dude Looks Like A Lady!
It seems everyone needs a day job these days. This includes a cabbie I met over summer who also does it all for the Stone Daisy Band. Then I was his fare just a few weeks ago, as well. A country powerhouse, they say. And the physical appearance of Hank Williams Jr, we say. They tentatively are set to play Ziggy’s Match 11.

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