After Northern Invasion, thrash band Beowulf invades local haunts. Did they howl?

Did Beowulf ‘pick up their guitar and play, just like yesterday,’ not at First Avenue, but on Second Street? Is NHMOY ‘steppin’ right on time?’ A wrap-up on what happens after Ozzfest:

— In homage to the Ozzfest days where bands such as Twisted Sister would be out on the prowl at Hudson clubs after their Somerset shows were done, and they’d be filtering back to the Twin Cities through Hudson, Beowulf was seen at the Agave Kitchen, then a block up at Stone Tap, on a recent Friday night after the opener of the Northern Invasion heavy metal tour. The band has been around since long before their was an Ozzfest. No word if once here, they picked up their guitar and played, like Dee Snyder and the boys did with a cover band a few years back at the current location of Stone Tap (then Dibbo’s). Beowulf’s crossover thrash metal, which has gotten more into blues rock over time, would have been a new sound to Hudson concert-life. The source close to Beowulf, (kidding), a cook downtown, added he got the (morbidly spine-tingling?) thrill of seeing Rob Zombie’s tour bus driving away from the village grounds.
— Along the route, in what is billed as the most important election of the year, Sunday is the last day to vote for the North Hudson Man of the Year, as they are steppin’ right on time with their typical end-of-May timing for crowning a winner. As a campaign twist, signs last weekend were posted in the middle of the ditch in front of Kozy Korner for both Brian and Joe, but alas they were only temporary signs, up for a couple of days. Wonder if there were right of way restrictions …
— Similarly placed were signs outside of Shiner’s in Lakeland, which advertised signup for their Tuesday and Thursday beanbag leagues. You’d see at least a couple of these big, bright yellow placards before getting anywhere near the front door.
— Concerning Beyonce’s show, a bartender at the Green Mill said she used to live in that area of Minneapolis near the stadium, so could relate to people having a tough time not only with the rain, but getting around in it while looking for a parking spot. And the Queen Bey was expected to pay tribute to her Prince, pouring out her rendition of Purple Rain, as the tributes continue both locally and in the Twin Cities.
— One of the five summer drink specials at Dick’s Bar and Grill is, fittingly, a Raspberry Kiss. While not specifically meant as a tribute to Prince, it’s hard not to notice the comparisons that could be made: (1) The name reads much like one of his Iconic songs, Raspberry Beret, and (2) Prince was well-known for the references to sexuality in his songs, kisses or otherwise.
— They didn’t wait very long. While the highlights of a Twins game played shortly before midnight on sports TVs at Dick’s, a woman was sporting her St. Paul Saints sweatshirt, presumingly after attending their opener that day. At least it wasn’t like dress for the fishing opener, with guys and their dorky hats.

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