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This updated post is Dennis Nolan remastered. With lots more info on both his funky anthem-like stage show and where to reach him — or myself as his quasi-manager — so see below if you are having a part. Cross-country and now-local drummer Nolan can hook you up with jazz and rock, Beatles tunes and more — in the same extended song. This music veteran has even played with The Coasters, Drifters sand Platters, et al. He’s looking for new gigs. Again, don’t you want him?

Upon further review(s), this recommended show now can be a combo of acid jazz, funk and tribal music and more, with a bit of Beatles thrown in. With that said, showing diversity, there’s just got to be a cover of Soulfly meets SevenDust, as spirituality prominently weighs in with he and his, penning some of these songs himself … Dennis Nolan is on top of all of these themes.

To wit: If you need to check this out for yourself, there is a local gig in our plans — as a lead-in to branch out to further ventures — since a collaboration is in the works. And he’s looking for a new band to play with, so if you can shred the guitar … Or just drop in with him, to jam in his studio at 368 E. Second Street, Apt. 2, in New Richmond. And yes, it is just an apartment but he has found room for a full studio. Nolan can also be found at: (715) 338-2116.
And where you can reach him through his manager, Rick Ruben. OK its actually me: Singer and writer Joe Winter, joewint52@gmail.com. (715) 821-9630.

While writing this — and also pondering his great and perfect song-voice on People Are Strange — I listen to the marching band play across the way with their big bass drums, reminded of the deaths recently of the drummer from the band Yes, and longer ago those from The Who and Led Zeppelin, and in-between Ginger Baker.
But drumming lives on from one of their contemporaries, even using a double bass set-up. And he’ll do full-length performances and not spontaneously combust, even after banging the skins for a uninterrupted half-hour.
Nolan, now of New Richmond, has resided and played in the likes of Maui and Hawaii with the likes of Jimmy Buffett, (OK I’m not sure about that last part but I am sure Dennis would find a laugh at the gag). His actual gigs have included many years of multi-state, full-on tours, and found him going all across the country and beyond. Like that massive Euro-tour with a name band, hitting the majority of the countries on that continent, with stops that found them riding routes and regaling those on multi-level bus, and going forward with such.
These open doors, which is what music does anyway, Dennis says. As a versatile jazz and rock and more drummer, his fave of all is the Doors, although he’s been very acquainted with various Beatles tribute bands, and that group covers almost all the genres you’d want to hear. So go for it Dennis! As you have since the heyday of rock ‘n’ roll. This was shown way back, when Dennis toured with The Coasters in their prime, and The Drifters and The Platters, two of them in back to back years. You can also check him out acoustic at The Smilin’ Moose in Hudson.
And these days with the virus no longer quite going viral and the itch to play again taking its inevitable root, he notes, he’s looking for ongoing, paid gigs, as he is a professional, either local or travel needed, doesn’t matter.
He has auditioned for Ozzy — and even got a handwritten note back as he has much the same look down to the glasses! — drummed for so many big names it bogs down the mind, and loves all from Alice In Chains to Supertramp with their power chords and of course likeminded drumming. Dennis has done a fulltime equivalent of 26 years of touring while playing for 60, starting when a “wee” lad — and yes he’s Irish.
Join him soon for a local Feast of Friends show, starting with 15 minutes of vocals, as yes, he sings too, and an
instrumental interlude that leads into 30 straight minutes of drum solo taking the form of jazz, and big harmony and finally really rocking out and coming to an eventual conclusion. Part is a 15 minute rendition of the Beatles’ Rubber Soul album.
And what about that touring Japan fascination?!?

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