Forget the baseball Cubs, hit a home run instead with the Chubs, and chuck them a chunk of your pre-Halloween time

No suggestion of a sophomore jinx, just simply sweet sounds at The Saloon, or Smilin’ at the Moose if you’re a Sweet Siren:

— I’m thinking Chubs will not have a sophomore jinx when it plays the typical styles that you would see at the Willow River Saloon, plus throws in some modern rock and even a bit of reggae, in doing their second gig at the Burkhardt venue on Friday night, Oct. 28. However, their mainstay style is — of course – country, but they include a diverse blend in the song list, which has in it songs by the Black Keys, Sublime, Bob Seger, BB King, The Commodores, Jefferson Airplane, Alice in Chains, Poison, Cheap Trick, 3 Doors Down, Bill Withers and Melissa Ethridge. The band features Mike and Darrel on guitar and vocals, and also Rocky and Devin.
— At long last, Sweet Siren will be back at The Smilin’ Moose on Friday night, even though the marquee spells their name Sweet Sire, due to space limitations. I’m sure they would like to be party to being a sire with that siren ….
— And also largely for Baby Boomers, at Green Mill, kids will eat free on Halloween … unless something eats them first!

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