Forget floods, the Fourth will still be filled with music

Despite the flooded St. Croix River, there will still be music aplenty featuring mostly shows down near the water, at Lakefront Park or just beyond.
— Dick’s Bar and Grill kicks off the holiday weekend’s shows with the return of Puzzle Piece on Thursday with an early show, featuring several forms of music, from 6-9 p.m. This is always a popular show, so workers suggest getting there early if you want a table.
— But the overall most watched bands will likely be at Booster Days, with these bands on tap: Thursday, the rock of the Chris Lawrence band, featuring a frontman who played a lot locally a few years back then successfully branched out, from 5:30-8:15 p.m., and then the country sounds of the Buck Tucker Band, another one with a history of performing locally, from 9 p.m.-12:30 a.m.; Friday, Parachute Empire, 5-8:30 p.m.; then another country act with local ties, Still Runnin’, from 9:10 p.m.- 12:30 a.m.; and Saturday, the rock of Rizer, 5-8:15 p.m., and then the veritable longtime favorite Uncle Chunk, with pop and rock from 9 p.m.-12:30 a.m.
— Across the River in Bayport, at the fittingly named Mallards, the weekend will be spent with the Rock the Dock festival despite high tides, starting early on Thursday with the Tommy Bentz Band, then offering more music the next two nights.

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