Shake, shake, skake. Shake with Davey, even though he’s (mostly) behind the booth. Yes, both of you can strut. But I bet your hat doesn’t grab as much attention as that on this karaoke deejay, especially when he’s out in the crowd. So Shakin’ Dave does his take on Buffett, Jimmy not Warren, and you too can do your outrageous take on songs. Host venue Bobcat’s doesn’t mind.

(Note: This is the first of an occasional series on super-cool-but-still-smokin’ area deejays, karaoke and otherwise, and charismatic bartenders.)

The longtime karaoke deejay (doing both) at Bobcat’s in downtown New Richmond and other venues, who goes by the stage name Shakin’ Dave because of his jiggly dance moves that evoke Jimmy Buffett and his lowkey shorts and floppy shirt, often shifts and shimmies left and right and does a dip of his shoulders like a Drop C chord, when in action. Dave when at Bobcat’s in the back — which is more central then you might at first note — by the karaoke booth, or when out mingling with the crowd with swagger and moves like Jagger, making me think samba or salsa, while the songs are spinning. The decorative dice are indicative of someone who can roll, and rock, as are displayed on his business card.
He has over years honed his act, where like many deejays, he has some themed music ready to go. Dave’s just-getting-the-party-started early choice when buses of bachelorettes come in to let loose, is generally to instruct the groom, who likely is not in attendance, on just how to treat a lady — and show just what he might be in for. The brief monologue is followed by a song by Shania Twain, “any man of mine better walk the line.” And that’s only the start of such musical comedy. You can add in as foils the likes of Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert, and all three are experienced country music singers — and female. Their target audience with these songs, often grouped in threes by genre, leave only one question on the table, or dance floor: Who will whoop it up most, to follow The Shaker’s suggestion, the bride or a member of her party. Mom too.
But Dave’s got other genres going too — especially anything requiring a hat, maybe a floppy or even frilly one. Dave has plenty of them as part of his costume schtick, and a main one is more like a sombrero, not somber, complete with killer bright colors and numerous strings with small attachments at the edge of the brim. They are not quite to the point of being frayed, just jangle while he jiggles, in a way that can be uniquely lowkey and also remind one of actor Bill Murray’s deadpan demeanor. Put all this together and it works. Or Dave will play a fave song for you just for your listening to it, with the only vocals being those from the original singers, and not your friends acting as backup vocalists. As Dave — who has his presence felt across several endeavors and brings that experience and its banter to this as his night gig — will also spin it that way for you.
The bridal parties usually eat it up, just like wedding cake. Dave is also a main force in bringing in a crowd of regulars singing unusually creative tunes, across genres but not straying too much from them, who have also now started going to the Wild Badger for more of the same.
More recently, Dave pointed out the derivative nature of a band that essentially covered a song by Dobie Grey and played those numbers back to back, then talked up Beyonce covering the classic song Jolene by Dolly Parton and followed it with another remake done by Miley Cyrus. Good commentary, all around.
Dave has gotten behind some of my ragers, welcoming me to the spotlight in front of the stage with screen set at 90 degrees, and expertly prepping the crowd to best enjoy my rather far-reaching takes on these tunes. To wit: Hocus Pocus by Focus that approaches the heights of wild crescendo, You Got Another Thing coming with wailing by Judas Priest, and of course Stairway to Heaven as I try my hand at introducing vocal fills as per Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin. Dave doesn’t mind if I and others get a little outrageous; that’s his stock and trade when kept at controlled chaos.
But Dave is about more than just Bobcat’s. By the numbers, or the phrases, his business is called Dave’s PC and DJ, specializing in weddings, birthdays, graduations (like soon coming), anniversaries (the grandfolks love to rock too and sing more than just classic rock and country), reunions, parties and corporate events too … even maybe Martian Space Schuttle launchings?!? Featuring interactive karaoke and a sound and light show to fit any venue. Indoor or Outdoor.
New Richmond next to only Hudson is a destination place for bachelorette parties in far western Wisconsin. The pattern is for these crews that basically consist of the bridal parties and a few friends, to start at Bobcat’s, maybe even a bit before most local music typically starts, and around the time Bobcat’s weekend karaoke begins, then cross the main street over to the Wild Badger and other venues to the immediate north. Most of the nightspots are quite long and narrow, and people will filter through the venues and then go out to use the back alleys running parallel to the north-south main street, on either of the stretches to be found west and east.
You can find Dave at Bobcat’s every Friday and Saturday night from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. Then back there on Sunday with a somewhat quieter and maybe folkier gig in the afternoon, from 2-6 p.m. and constitutes what usually is a rare time for karaoke. His email is a dead giveaway, see ShakinDave@Buddy-Technology.com.

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