Hook up to the stagecoach and watch some of these bands take the stage, and show their diversity:
— The country music band Stagecoach with its harmonies swings through Burkhardt on Friday night, June 27, and plays the Willow River Saloon. All of the group’s members share lead vocals and do songs that require four-part harmonizing. Might you think you’re hearing the Oak Ridge BOys? They also throw in some steel pedal guitar.
— Jawsy performed before a full main room at Dick’s Bar and Grill last Wednesday and with bartender Amanda leading them in vocals and sitting on her percussion instrument did a very diverse group of songs, some of which I had never heard before. Some of these songs are so rarely performed that Amanda needed to turn the pages of a church-choir-type music stand to reference some of the lyrics. The trio’s sound was jangly pop music, with the bassist helping occasionally on leads vocals, and they played for well over three hours, excluding set breaks. The final set didn’t start until after the group had taken the stage three hours earlier, so there was a lot of music to be heard. Keep posted for when Jawsy will be back.
— Speaking of trying songs that are beyond the tried and true, you’ll probably get some of that when Trandy Blue plays the Village Inn in North Hudson on Saturday, JUne 28, starting at 4 p.m. The one-woman show, who also makes forays into other of the arts such as photography, showed that diversity when taking on Blondie’s “Call Me” at a recent performance at GUv’s Place in Houlton. Then, at 9 p.m., there is a second band at the Village, the Swamp Kings, and with songs like “Momma’s Cajun Food” and “Swamp Appeal” and a logo of a mean-looking gator wearing a crown, they may be right when saying “there ain’t no party like a Swamp Kings’ party.”

 

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