This is not gaslighting, and I would not kid you or be Suspect: It you care to take a dare and Drive beyond the Usual tale, there are two full-length concerts to be seen within a 28-hour span at The GasLite in Ellsworth this weekend

To close out the month, (save for the 31st), The GasLite in Ellsworth has a rarity these days, back-to-back bands, the locally based country tunes of Blue Moon Drive, (which you never know just might drive you through the rural tale of Under A Neon Moon), on the 24th, and not just the usual fare, as in a true and varied variety and more (though still classics) band, The Usual Suspects, on the 25th. And they seem to stand out, or so the locals and not-far-away-sorta-as-in-Twin-Cities-locals seem to think, from the other bands by that name that broaden out to the UK, and not The Beatles although you could make a comparison, and also could include The Unusual Suspects. Both times, Friday and Saturday, are 8 p.m. starts. So 28 hours between the start of one and the finish of the other.
And as far as that first band, there is a title synergy with Under A Silver Moon, but that is a much different genre that has not shown to be as (broadly) popular as the local group, but that is another story.
Also with wordplay, you can check out the band Heart Breaker, reminescent of the classic Led Zeppelin song, at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday night, (starting just a bit later then the music in Ellsworth), and the space in their name is provided via their official, methinks, marquee announcement. Does that have anything to do with, or linked to, an ad I saw that was for a “manufacteres coupon.” Spelling choice intentional? Get it?

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