This weekend’s faves feature kudos for both a prime first appearance, and also the tried and true blue.
— The reaction from potential patrons all over Hudson on Wednesday, was along the lines of “Oh My God, you’re kidding!” That’s to the news that Twin Cities legend GB Leighton will perform at the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night, June 6. This event is made possible, in part, because the owners of the place have a management interest in Leighton’s Pickle Park music hall in the northern suburbs.
— Harrison Botzet will be back at Pudge’s Bar on Friday night, going from table to table asking people about their recent life experiences and making up a song on the spot about them. The Hudsonite said he likes to forego the Twin Cities and play shows in his hometown, and is hoping his second gig at Pudge’s will be as successful as the first, where he said he got two offers to play at weddings and ran into someone with ties to a recording studio in L.A.
— Kudos to both Trandy Blue, who continues to play gigs in many venues across the area, and also The Whiskies, who made their first appearance at the Smilin’ Moose and showcased their jangly sound last Friday, for creativity in their play lists. Their selections went well beyond the usual rock standards.

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