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This might be the sub-Sublime, and second acts. Band bassist Eric Wilson of that sorta supergroup will at the Wild Badger on Thursday. And afterward there will be a Sublime afterparty. Happy?

This is much more than just being Sublime. Alternatively? One of their music makers, as in a featured (and surviving should I point out?) member, subtle bassist Eric Wilson, will have a new show at The Wild Badger in New Richmond on July 27, and on the bill specifically are bands Space Allen and The Happys. With a promised Sublime afterparty. Shot specials being served (by such girls?) at 9 p.m.
I’m guessing the recent national fried chicken day idea came out of a deep fryer in the deep south. So wing it with your lunch plans. Half price for a half-chicken? Then go see the sub-Sublime, (you won’t still be able to get the, fuller, fried chicken special come Thursday).
I came across the band name HEBEGEBES for the first time in a while recently, all five consonants and four Es of them spelled out, and just for good measure there is another group with history playing Ziggy’s in Hudson, the Justin Barts Band on July 29.
Murdered to Death, a spoof in the best tradition of — as in the best of? — Agatha Christie continues its run at the Phipps Center for the Arts through the end of the month. And also, register for Summer Arts Camp. There was this time at Band Camp? Or would that be a cheesy encore by Motorhead, playing Killed By Death, Overkill and of course, Ace of Spades.
Across the street, at the band shell, it was a (lack of) River Fest residue after dark. Around 11 p.m. No signs of singing at the band shell, and not even the obligatory rock show litter up by the stage.
This was a travesty to begin with, in the land of Milwaukee beers. Bud Light had been the best seller, but in May lost that rank. But through the summer you could see many a promotion in bordertown liquor stores to regain that status. Help out. Be a Bud. Also by going to Kwik Trip and buying soda enter the contest to win a (Chester remembered?) Bennington pontoon boat the size of a living room on the water. On trusses the size of sofas.

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