Whether KFAN or other faves, it’s a gas to be a fan:
— The classic rock anthems and dance music “get a little higher” as far as variety and tempo when High Octane will burn up the
stage at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday night. The veteran five-member group is billed as among the hardest
working, high energy, get-your-buzz-on bands that you’ll find. As they say, “High Octane is rocket fuel.” That is seen by cover
songs as diverse as Cold Gin by KISS, Sex Type Thing by the Stone Temple Pilots, and Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth.
— Singer and bartender Amanda gave her mini-review of the band Off The Record, which played at one of her workplaces as part of
a twice-in-a-week foray around the area that included Guv’s Place in Houlton. She went back to bus tables around the stage area
a few days later, while working at Dick’s Bar and Grill, and gave a one-word platitude, paused, then embellished that they did
their usual great job.
— Speaking of mini-reviews, the latest Viking appearance and KFAN radio live broadcast from Woody’s in Bayport on Friday drew
as many parked cars up and down the street there as I can remember seeing. That despite the team’s embarrassing loss to the
Packers the night before, and the fact that one of the Viking girls giving away prizes didn’t know which team member was on the
air. (Low and behold, it was none other than Brian Robson). The event did have a Lambeau Field feel to it however, as one guy
wore a Pabst Blue Ribbon T-shirt that was purple in color, (go figure), and Robson talked for a couple of minutes about how
experiencing the Ice Bucket Challenge was far colder than any type of Ice-Bowl-experience he’d had.
— When Cherry Gun played at the Smilin’ Moose, there were periodic several-second blasts of colored concert-style smoke that
were really thick at times. Less thick was the output of the wind machine that blew through the lead singer’s blonde locks.
Could either or both of those things be thought of as a smokin’ “Gun” at the Smilin’ Moose?
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