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Get The Rage going for Slapshot, as they are very current, as we’re not talking about the Twin Cities radio station

He slaps, he shoots, he scores! No this isn’t about the Wild hockey team and its new season, its about some wild bands playing locally:
— Slapshot, unlike many of today’s groups, takes a shot at some of the more current music that is out there. They are a cover rock band that plays songs from the 80s, 90s and up to the very current, and they play the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday, Oct. 13. The band is also elsewhere, as they have been entertaining crowds throughout the Twin Cities area for more than nine years. Slapshot offers a cool choice of covers as is shown by their online version of Bulls on Parade by Rage Against The Machine. The band members are Darrin on vocals, Tony on guitar and vocals, Chad on bass and vocals, Tim on drums, and also Lisa doing management and booking, and being the “party starter.”
— Get a jump on the witching hour that’s coming up soon, and thus worthy of early note, and check out a new, edgy rock band, Bad Kitty, at Pudge’s Saloon and Eatery on Friday, Oct. 20. The group’s Facebook page shows a key member, a beautiful woman with darkly exotic makeup and dress, in Gothic style, perfect with Halloween approaching. The band interests are described as breaking the law, skipping school, cross dressing and blowing bubbles, as the group is all about attitude, which is also shown by their pink kitty logo, with bow by one ear, holding a rifle. Members are Alan on drums and vocals, the man with no name on guitar as a new one had been added for the new year, Serghei with an ethnic edge on bass, Sylvia on vocals and keyboard, and Yvonne on vocals. This a new band on the local scene, but with loads of gigging experience, from pop to rock and beyond, a five-piece that gets things hauntingly done. Look for additional music and videos to follow.

— If you can’t wait that long for Pudge’s music, consider taking in the redux performance of Big Fat Groove and its soul, R&B and bluesy tunes, when they come back to that first nightclub in town when across the river on another Friday evening, that being this one, The Thirteenth. Even because of that, they might be considered pre-Halloween scary. (See additional information on Big Fat Groove, from their earlier time at Pudge’s, in an item three stories down on this page).

— Get them before they migrate, and join their club, otherwise known as a flock. If you purchase six pints of Goose Island beer, at the Willow River Saloon and five other area establishments, you get one of their T-shirts free, as befitting the fast-forming gaggle of Goose guzzlers. As I recently joked with one of my bartender chums, you don’t necessarily look to get goosed, but it can be a fringe benefit. With friends?
— Cookoffs are now not all about chili. If you’ve got a great recipe for any kind of soup, come down to Dick’s Bar and Grill this weekend and show your soup cookoff stuff. What, soup vs. chili? “Hey, that first word,” said a Dick’s employee as he walked away to underscore the point. The event goes from noon to 3 p.m. on Sunday, Oct. 15, with admission at $5 or two canned goods (maybe some of that soup you buy at a store).
— Pudge’s has six current specialty drink specials being especially hawked, and three of them have names you don’t always see, and that’s batting .500, to make a postseason baseball reference. The applicable drinks are: Frostbite, Raspberry Chocolate Delight and you also might consider in that realm Golden Cadillac.

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