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Iron Maiden, although not necessarily blue-collar, labors through this holiday with high energy (that does not include utilities) and continues pray tell, to reward with Writings On The Wall, and therefore evangelize This Brave and now even Braver New World with messages to many millions that are timeless. All the 2022 concerts. All colors. But succinct in song, no droning on.

You all know I geek out about Iron Maiden … but the time has (not come) to close our eyes

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I had a midsummer night’s dream. Actually a collection of random thoughts that don’t even include Freud, although She Agreed that all great bartender conversations start and end with such, as we psychoanalyze each other, looking for Dream Theater. To wit or not to wit: It’s not midsummer anymore by any stretch so maybe all this stuff if existential is at this point a stretch.

Put this way in an actual sign, there since midsummer, and could this be a temp’s nightmare/dream job? “You don’t

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An acutely august August, by the numbers, is in the books and fallen away, with fall and its autumn around the corner. And the books have capital letters. So September and a Big Such Days among only 14 now come Roaring in. All vigorously in Just One Venue! —– And then there are those (vigorous?) Germans and their chosen one time of year, to fall off the beer wagon, detailed in the last two paragraphs of this post. The best for last, unlike that nasty backwash.

If you thought they couldn’t roll it out further, with a barrel of fun, and at The GasLite couldn’t follow-up

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Don’t we love our local Walmart? Even though one guy didn’t take kindly to me terming it the epitome of rampant capitalism. But since it is autumn soon, we have to fall into line with some humor — including back-to-school — at the expense of our area super-box-stores! (But for their legal Beagles, they generally are good sports). —– So last call for flowers anyone? And a quip about the Queen Mum? And the NR Thrivent triplicate (potted) plants on THEIR front porch.

But first, this is not exactly a shoutout to the Target marketing department. I debated for a full year before

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Oh what we have to deal with as reporters/bloggers. You may not get Freedom Of The Press love for Being There, and certainly not the way of Peter Sellers. Ask that almost aggressive deputy/clerk. But please, don’t blame the messenger, even if in this case its just me, The Lowly Blogger. It’s not all just Dirty Laundry. Leave that for the TV News. But there is a lighter note, too, and this can all be just a gas. (Read four paragraphs down, for starters).

Hate to say it, but St. Croix County — and sorry as we’re talking mostly about hoidy toidy Hudson here

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This updated post is Dennis Nolan remastered. With lots more info on both his funky anthem-like stage show and where to reach him — or myself as his quasi-manager — so see below if you are having a part. Cross-country and now-local drummer Nolan can hook you up with jazz and rock, Beatles tunes and more — in the same extended song. This music veteran has even played with The Coasters, Drifters sand Platters, et al. He’s looking for new gigs. Again, don’t you want him?

Upon further review(s), this recommended show now can be a combo of acid jazz, funk and tribal music and more,

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We have the pull(s). Since it feels so close to heaven in this roarin’ heavy load … And with apologies to Judas Priest, (the music will be country), there may or may not be turbos used, depending on the class of big honking tractors. But there’s still horsepower that nears five-digits in Saturday’s two-tiered pull at The GasLite. Good way to kick off the month so stay tuned …

Don’t retire your tractor just because it is at retirement age. (And this is just the opening event to an

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