When you start playing music at an early age, and continue it through your adult life, it means you can open for acts such as Shenandoah, David Allen Coe, Kentucky Headhunters, 38 Special, Nickleback, Ratt, Warrant, Little Big Town and Badfinger, to name a few. Wow, that’s quite a resume, but its one that’s had by Drop Tailgate, a mostly country band that will play at the Willow River Saloon on Saturday night, Dec. 13. However, it’s April Daisy that’s the biggest draw of the group, playing her pink sparkle Taylor guitar as she cranks out lead vocals. She is formerly of Daisy and the Dukes, and has performed with Save By Zero and opened for Neal McCoy and GB Leighton. She has written more than a dozen songs and was selected to perform “Wild Woman Tonight” on the television show “Strictly Original,” which has been showcased in Nashville, in ways that include internet radio.
But this time of year, the Willow is more than just music, it’s the perfect place to watch the playoff-bound Packers. The venue has a range of Sunday specials for game day, including a $10 all-you-can-eat broasted chicken dinner that runs during the course of pro football contests played at any time Sundays, day or night, from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. There is also a drawing held every night “our favorite green and gold team plays,” for a trip to Vegas that spans three days and two nights for two people. You must be present to win, but with the way the Packers have been playing and all the other amenities that are present, why would you not want to be at the Willow?
— Although not exactly rock music, three other local events were among the most well-anticipated in their genre, and by all accounts lived up to their billing, and look for them to be back again. The large group that is the Steele Family, a band of singers of soul music and other types, performed at Bethel Lutheran Church on Nov. 28 but also have secular connections, having shared the stage with the likes of Donald Fagen and many other rockers and well-known pop musicians. They started making name for themselves in the Minneapolis scene at the same time as Prince and Soul Asylum and their CDs are available in the Cities.
An internationally acclaimed opera soprano who is getting some Grammy buzz and hails from Hudson, and is fresh off the New York Metropolitan Opera’s fall run of Giuseppe Verdi’s “Aidi,” performed an hour-long set of high-ranging holiday music at the University of Wisconsin River Falls. The coffee concert by Margaret Jane Wray was in the intimate setting of the William Abbott Concert Hall. She has done other shows locally, including one with the celebrated Hudsonite and 40-year St. Paul Chamber Orchestra pianist Layton “Skip” James, and says that she intends to be back here soon. Until then, check out her music at www.metopera.org.
Also, a Beatles tribute band played largely acoustic sets at the River Falls Public Library last Tuesday, and a main focus was the music of the late John Lennon. But such tributes can also amp it up, as was made clear by a deejay announcement on 93X that I heard while driving through River Falls: None other than Ozzy Osbourne, who was said to love Beatles music, has made his latest cover song among the many he has done a rendition of a tune Lennon performed called How. Just considering the odd bedfellows, you might want to check out this single.
Share the Post:
Related Posts
- Deaths and memorials. They do not stop with that given by Miley Cyrus for Dolly Parton. In what follows, I recount the recent musical remembrances of a local musician, as his father lay passing, and that by me in song for my own dad. And the resemblances therein. And a dream reflecting it all. (And newly added, we’ll Curry favor and Frank, and more on Dolly and the God she is close to.)
Just over two years ago, I sang solo an Iron Maiden song, Blood Brothers, slowly strummed via my cell phone to provide the instrumental, as the exact moment my dad was laid to his final rest under clay. A few weeks ago, one-man-band professional Jeff Loven, one of the best musicians I have ever heard and one with whom I have sung for 25 years, strummed the favorite Johnny Cash songs his father loved in the background for the last hour his dad had on this earth, the troubles of which Cash so frequently sang. Certainly, one of them was Hurt,...
- Elsewhere on these pages: Bark at the cheese on the moon puns, and Brewers win 22-0 to reply while Twins sweep a contender. REplay to replenish.
- For a post that has some of the cheesiest trivia-type references this side of the moon partway through, search elsewhere on this site to see it now displayed
A hodgepodge listing of everything that’s truly different but maybe baked porage follows, and we’re not talking about a connect-the-dots or puzzle-pieces contest or one on Trump’s foreign policy, haha, rather what I saw and what will be seen around town in recent times. Mostly, one of each. Think you have the world’s, or more likely local church’s, best grilled cheese sandwich, (coming from the land of, specifically, well curded and curdled milk and honey?) Fry it to the test on Saturday. No this is not an autumn chili cookoff, or char the best burger, or even a poker run...
- Give props to the several bands for climbing partway up deer-stand-style lofts, then taking to all but the lute. (We saw virtually every other style of smaller instrument at a Music in the Trees fundraiser for a nature preserve.) Yes, they dropped a couple of drumsticks to the forest floor, but perservered as a fan fave. Then a band from The Andes stole the show. (See elsewhere on these pages, other musical dancings with the dead. And on this post, a footnote about the many feet on the floor in downtowns, bringing business that is newly lively.)
Music in the trees? It conjures up images of a poet wearing millenniums-ago robe and sandals while playing a lute and propped onto the fourth fork of a bigger-than-usual apple tree and doing a balancing act on his ass while he sings a soliloquy or a soffit. Maybe taking a bite in-between verses, to match what listeners chomped on if they hauled it in down long nature paths, making for dinner and a show with duos and trios, and one huge and elaborate band. Well didn’t quite get that lute-ist. Or a bassist so high on life and so-forth stoned...
- The start of one song, was simply “Question?” So we’ll lead off this story — Guess Who? — with who will lead the blue as it attempts to fade in with the red in the county in this election cycle? Can we get to The Color Purple? Mock the Maroon? (A scam Alert!!! My post is massively updated after my short trip between Badger and Gopher states. So read on.)
Questions everywhere? These days, how do you dismiss an ad or a politician, or whoever or whatever pops up and occupies your computer screen, or mailbox, electronic or otherwise? And did that answer in the form of a package or letter or even air waves — coming from a pol or a pool? — ever actually arrive, like all those ads and flyers? Maybe it never will? And surely not written with a quill. As one friend just reminded me, it all starts with one problem leading into another set of problems. Or, like a volcano boiling and brewing and...