Before history got very far, there was the full tilt boogie, with scores of meanings. This is also the name of an amped up upcoming two-day event at The Gaslite. Also in this post, the effort to buildup various venues is described, and the times of St. Croix County Fair music listed.

With the Full Tilt Boogie, the Friday and Saturday choppers/vans/bands/camping event at The Gaslite near Ellsworth, they offer us a lesson in not only music with the likes of Janis Joplin references and also the road running machines and what they’ll bring to the frantic jamming, but the sciences and history?

(But first, there is a Friday movie and DJ at The Gaslite, and on Saturday a premier Van Halen cover band, Extermination Day Band, (know your history), the Rumours Band and Smokey Mirror.)

But (sub)-standard or lesser known historical subtexts of the event title for the 17th and 18th, going all the way back to well before the 18th Century, include: A colloquial idiom meaning, “full tilt” being described as doing something at (warp drive), maximum speed, with extreme enthusiasm, or at full capacity, speed or force, and as the rotor of a windmill, such as in the blade(s). And “boogie” is to move quickly or with violent motion, or dance energetically, or go balls to the wall. I’m sure there will be some of that Saturday. It has been noted that it’s highly doubtful that an oboeist or tuba player (or say cello-ist) could in such a way inspire, rather our guitars and drums.

Everyday slang includes a frantic all-out effort, and regionally, down in Dallas, was even used within the local car sales industry to sell a vehicle at again, maximum capacity or full price, or otherwise hurry, such as when on a deadline. (They wouldn’t do that among the vendors.) The earliest (known) reference to full tilt, dated around 1600, is in “The History of Tom Thumb,” with the cook set to running at such speed to again, cook and then deliver, before Door Dash. The phrase was also used during the historical Thailand reunion back in 2002.

And specifically, the word tilt refers to the physical charge or lance-riding (be careful with that) in medieval tournaments, (tilting in jousts to unhorse), or to make an impetuous attack, maybe in your local Renaissance festival. Monks are said to have noticed a late leader’s head “titled” toward the northeast, while an unusual fungus sprouted on the same side of his shrine, as noted in Time. The tilt sensor measurements were accelerating at a rate that made it clear a collapse was imminent, it sayeth in the L.A. Times. Those with a minimalistic tilt already know the power of a clean, white pair of jeans, said Vogue, and maybe we’ll see some of that on Saturday. Or, and then we’re done with this segment, (back to cool horseback, maybe as per what you jump over in a steeplechase), the little knoll in which you might take refuge if someone is in a war chasing you with, like, a lance. Or wait, not only take a slant, like I do, but refer to the physical sciences and psychology and gaming and a canopy for a wagon/boat/stall. Like with the choppers and vans you’ll see on Saturday.

Elsewhere, back in western St. Croix County, Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse north of Hudson has added multiple tents and an adjoining massive shed-like building to its lineup for housing outdoor music. The process, or should I say procession, continues in July with the band Greasy Gravy on Sunday the 19th from 3-7 p.m., taking over the reins from the open mic show of longtime local stalwart Nici Peper.

On the south side of Hudson, the saga and transformation of Ziggy’s to Max’s Social House continues with the dismantling of the north-side patio and work on the two-story west wall. The only remnants remaining of the enclosure on Wednesday night were three big clay pots, some with flowers, and a bunch of planks, larger in number.

In a listing as promised, out east in Glenwood City, at the St. Croix County Fair, the traditionally main acts (generally starting at 7 p.m.) on Friday evening are The Whitesidewalls and Blue Moon Drive, and on Saturday are The Memories and The Crabgrass Band, then HypnoFX. Other acts are profiled in a separate post.

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