Thank God its soon Friday. These next paragraphs in three or four different ways show why you should think so:
— And you thought you liked The Lynx. Check out a new, edgy rock band, Bad Kitty, at Pudge’s on Friday, Oct. 20. The group’s Facebook page shows a key member, a beautiful woman with darkly exotic makeup and dress, in Gothic style, perfect with Halloween approaching. The band interests are described as breaking the law, skipping school, cross dressing and blowing bubbles, as the group is all about attitude, which is also shown by their pink kitty logo, with bow by one ear, holding a rifle. Members are Alan on drums and vocals, the man with no name on guitar as a new one had been added for the new year, Serghei with an ethnic edge on bass, Sylvia on vocals and keyboard, and Yvonne on vocals. This a new band on the local scene, but with loads of gigging experience, from pop to rock and beyond, a five-piece that gets things hauntingly done. Look for additional music and videos to follow.
— You can have your breu and listen to it too. With a band leader who has played with almost 20 different groups, Jimmy Famous and the Payback will play the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday, featuring blues-rock that steers way away from the usual overplayed standards, as they have a well-set play list that has only about five songs that you’ll hear all over the radio — although they end with two of the tried and true. So, for the true fan with refined tastes, there also is Bob Breu, on lead and rhythm guitar with a gritty style, who has been doing this and incorporating different styles since 1969. Most noteworthy for me, I recall taking in some of these guys several times at the old Dibbo’s in downtown Hudson, when they were performing as Mr. Peabody. This is perhaps their first time at The Willow.
— For some cleverly made drinks, and for sure accompanying conversation lines in the same mode, ask bartender Chad at Dick’s Bar and Grill for his favorites to get womens’ attention. A clue: There is one such drink that’s particularly potent, as far as both liquor(s) and effectiveness with the ladies, and two others that although second choices are almost as sure fire. He says they never fail, but if they would … ouch. And if you happen to be a guy, well you just better get over it. Or put on your Halloween wig even when its not a holiday. And while quizzing Chad about his drink-pouring prowess, go to the next room and take in new country act Chaunte Shayne from 6-9 p.m. Friday.
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