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From Ghetto, to Gaga, to Green Day, to Guns & Roses, you needn’t labor to get the gigs

A decade of tribute to GFunk, and ten years worth of gigs at the Willow, all packed into a three-day holiday weekend:
— The Ghetto Superstars, at the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night, Sept. 4, are unlike virtually any other band you’ll find in Hudson, paying tribute to the GFunk era of hiphop and rap, from 1993 to 2003, by playing the likes of TLC, Dr. Dre, Mary J Blige, Biggie, Missy Elliott and of course Snoop Dogg, (I must say I saw a younger look-alike to Snoop walking down the street the other day).
— The next night, Saturday, is the return of a veteran band that has more than 1,000 shows under its belt, and when they hit the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt will be adding one more notch to their bedpost. Loose Cannon plays even the Neon Trees, and along with it plenty of Guns ‘N Roses, Prince (a cover of his Purple Rain is on You Tube), Lady Gaga, Bon Jovi, Journey, Green Day, Pink and Poison.
For a preview of sorts, to flesh out your weekend’s listening pleasure, you can check out yet another longtime band, Strangers, in a return engagement to the Willow on Friday night.
— The way it stands right now, you just might have to wait until winter for this next celebration, an oldie but goodie. Getting together a good sized group of gamers for a bar Olympics gathering can be hit and miss, since many people like to have their party in the out-of-doors when the weather is nice. Thus was likely the case with some people in the bar Olympics held Aug. 30, that being the last Sunday before Labor Day weekend, which is the last bastion of summer. There were reportedly 50 competitors playing at four different local taverns, not a bad number, but sources at Kozy Korner in North Hudson assure me they always do better when the snow is flying. So then there will be another such event.
— You won’t be snow-blind, but there will no visibility when Dick’s Bar and Grill holds its annual lights-out-party on Saturday night. The dance floor will be shrouded in darkness, because of lots of black tarp, and glow sticks will be the only light.

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