For three straight days there is music at Pudge’s, of all sorts, and that doesn’t even include Saturday night

Pudge’s bar and eatery is rapidly becoming your go-to place among local nightclubs with special offerings virtually all week long.
Starting on Wednesday from 6-9 p.m. and continuing every hump day is live piano music, ala Bill Joel and Piano Man, in their two-story venue, which has differing facets such as lounge, bar and pool hall, depending on the location of the offering inside Pudge’s.
Then on Thursdays, starting at 6 p.m. and going as long as there are musicians, is an open mic night, a singers’ dream that for most of the last several years has been somewhat hard to find, but usually features the same old stalwarts. But now you can try out Pudge’s and mix and match with a relatively new house band, and show your musical wings with a newer variety of songs on the set list.
Then there is the trifecta, the appearance on Friday night, Sept. 23, of the band Big Fat Groove, playing songs that are old school R&B, rock, blues, soul and jazz, and having scores of tunes on their 54-song set list that dig deep into the vault and are hard to find on anyone else’s play list, rather than being the same-old, same-old. They pride themselves on being able to put on a stellar show despite the nature of the venue or event, so Pudge’s should show superior musicianship. They say they lay down a tight groove, as their name suggests, and add sweet soulful harmonies, being fully functional in their stage production with an all JBL and Mackie PA, great stage gear and a light show for any room.

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