Booster Days offers a whole new slate of bands to get your Fourth weekend done right

The music acts at the annual Hudson Booster Days celebration have been largely changed up from many previous years, giving listeners a wider range of entertainment to revel in.

There is no cover charge for any of the live music during the festival at Lakefront Park, which runs June 30-July 3.
These are the bands and other selected entertainment activities among the dozens available for people to enjoy at Booster Days:
Friday, July 1 — 5-8:15 p.m., Alex Rossi Trio; 9-12:30 p.m., Chris Lawrence Band, (a Hudson native).
Saturday, July 2 — 1:30-4:30 p.m., Kingsview; 1:30-3:30 p.m., kids’ tractor pedal pull; 5:15-8:15 p.m., Cadillac Kolstad & The Flats; 9-12:30 p.m., Paisan, (which will reprise its act at Pepper Fest).
Sunday, July 3 — noon, bean bag toss tourney, register from 11:15-11:45 a.m., ($20 per person, double elimination); 1:30–4:30 p.m., The Sixes; 3-7 p.m., Booster Days car show; 4:30-5 p.m., Acme Magic Factory magician, (new this year); 5:15-8:15 p.m., Ross William Perry; 8:15-8:45 p.m., Acme Magic Factory magician; 9-12:30 p.m., Uncle Chunk, (always a favorite headliner at local festivals); at dusk, fireworks over the St. Croix River, sponsored by the city of Hudson.
— This weekend at the Willow River Saloon you can get a steady dose of Steve, a fixture in Burkhardt, as one of his main bands Strangers plays there on Saturday night, June 25, and another group that he has his (guitar-picking) fingers in, Country Outlaws, is on the night before. This on top of running the sound board regularly at The Willow, and operating the convenience store across the street that bears his name. Strangers is heavy on ’70s classic rock, and Country Outlaws steers more toward, you guessed it, outlaw country.

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