Free music this weekend is not a folk myth, and you can pick it at The Willow

Reach out and touch someone, or something, for free, and that just might mean petting a dog:
— Imagine the freedom this free night will give you. You can pick pretty much any song you desire in a free
TouchTunes night at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday night, June 4. TouchTunes is the largest
in-venue interactive music and entertainment platform, featured in more than 71,000 bars and restaurants across
North America and Europe. A press release says the network supports a growing portfolio of location-based
digital solutions that encourage social interactions through shared experiences. (Wow that’s a mouthful). They
have the technology to highlight the songs, artists and search results that are most relevant. TouchTunes also
has renewed their exclusive jukebox license featuring The Beatles.
— Dogleg Left will return to play their folk, indie music and light rock at Dick’s Bar and Grill on Friday  evening.

They are known for being original, in both their style, tunes played and compositions. They are said to sound like

The Jayhawks and have been signed by the label South Channel. The bio of the Twin Cities band is informative, if

not satirical: “After touring the country for more than a decade and playing nowhere, Dogleg Left has returned

home to record their first work in years.”

— Also at Dick’s, participate in a “threesome,” although that much indulgence might be intoxicating. A set of
three flyers in a row advertise liquor in the forms of Surly on one side and Lagunita IPA on the other, each
featuring a leggy, scantily clad woman in almost exactly the same pose. The flyer in the Middle is for Jim Beam
(lucky guy). Only one of the women, however, is smoking a cigarette, (and I thought that came afterward).

Share the Post:

Related Posts

My mom has told me not to be a potty mouth when I write, as she certainly would not appreciate hardly any of the standup humor on say, Comedy Central Radio. SNL maybe. But after 11:30 p.m. … But there comes a time where a man must make a stand. And for this jokester, it was now when he had to choose whether to pass on the opportunity that would otherwise bite him in the butt, for in front of and behind him is the Mother Lode. Or should I say load. Or “Mothers” of Invention. — On another stage, I dissed...
So the wall is down. Of letters, that is. Not down by Mexico. Cemented into the concrete. Of the Kennedy Center. Where music has sat. (Near where a now defunct wrestling arena rusts in peace. Or a bloodied White House lawn. With leftover paper cups and plates, more likely bowls and small utensils, anyone?) Or more ornate than inside? A tarp the size of Pennsylvania, the predominant battle state, covers workers as they chip. So geez, how big are the letters? Four times 50 living workers high? But now none remain, or so we are told by flunkies. Or is...
A few years back, I wrote an article about Hudson Deacon Tom Kroll and how he did so many extra dutiful tasks, his living out the Gospels tirelessly, when his wife was ill, in addition to his regular job. I was inspired at the time to pen this, about my own lovely, disabled wife — we were separated briefly but now back together with our 40th anniversary this month, as wholehearted caregiving has many strains — and how an atypical view of standard roles, out of necessity, made things work, as far as our approach to work and home that’s...
What do fishing, maybe in the dark, thus a Texas ranch, snakes of various types and do they come or stay out after dusk, eating either and only fine food or snacks, and a game of cards — likely just one each — have in common. And no strippers or Chippendales. And an only half or quarter, not full Monty. (Who is Monty anyway?) Or cowboy or cowgirl hats. Although there was some dress-up. More Barbie than boots on, I think. It’s an easy answer, connected and conflicting, but not in all or dirty ways, bachelor and bachelorette parties. One of each...
It was clear to me at the most recent Jeff Loven music show in Hudson, for Memorial Day weekend, that there has been a changing of the guard. The sword has been passed. New blood, like Yungblud, has been brought in. And, I must say, loyalty — amongst the devotees who travel frequently and all across the two-state area to virtually all of Jeff’s shows — has been rewarded. They are the royalty, in what just makes good business sense that I can appreciate. In a significant but not unprecedented altering of course, I was not one of those asked...
Trial by fire. My broiling heart in my efficiency flat still beats a bit, in concern over those boiling over in worse apartments in a Chicago tenancy, or on an ocean island instantly-burn-your-feet beach or dessert, or forced to endure ice baths just to keep cool — or simply be offered no way to maintain an ice-dripping body other than also read a non-cookbook at the library, or select not a big steak you can’t afford but a 73/27 burger from a freezer and slap it on your forehead. Just not too hard. All these things are ones where you especially today either burn or...
Scroll to Top