Give Me ‘Five,’ or ’66,’ as routes to listen on concerning road songs this long weekend

The two acts playing the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt this weekend both pay homage, by their choice of
names, to the country or rockin’ highway song.
— The increasingly popular Rural Route Five, which is known to even play shed parties amongst their broad mix
if the terms are right (and how cool is that?), is at The Willow on Friday night. The New Richmond-based band
has a few songs that weren’t country before, but are now.

They make the most of their play list, which includes large doses of Miranda Lambert, and lots of Brooks and Dunn.

— Loot 66 plays classic rock and a variety of other self-described cool tunes. Perhaps that main focus is
appropriate, as one of the primary players looks a lot like a present-day Rick Nielsen of Cheap Trick, right
down to the baseball hat. They will play The Willow on Saturday night, their second such show at that venue
(their first was Sept. 10).
— New to the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night is the rockin’ power trio Kick. They definitely look the hair-band
part, from the big and wavy locks to their signature online photo of a lead guitarist taking a scissors-legged
leap while jamming between the other two musicians.

— The Negret Wine Co. celebrates it first anniversary on Saturday, with cake and prizes, live music by one of

their stalwart bands, wine gift basket giveaways, and the production tours of their vast facility that they have

become known for. There are things to celebrate most of the day at their downtown Hudson venue.

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