Gobble up the rock, both light and heavier, on Wednesday’s Thanksgiving Eve. (And maybe supply your own)

The following are a few ways to spend perhaps the biggest bar night of the year, that being Thanksgiving Eve, as HudsonWiNightlife returns to the scene with a primer for Wednesday:
— The Way Out moves on down the way to Roberts, where they play Bobtown Brewhouse on Wednesday, where they will likely incorporate all the different styles you can imagine, often shifting midsong, and many of their numbers start with jangly guitar, then rock out or tone it down later. Their riffs borrow from various artists, including Bob Seger and Led Zeppelin. They take the stage a bit early, at 8:30 p.m. and play until about 11:30. That’s much the same timing, moved back just a little, as when they regularly hit Dick’s Bar and Grill in Hudson.
— At Meister’s in Boardman, there is an act that is both familiar and popular, and you can guess from where he hails. DJ Meister will take the stage at his venue, and he will offer karaoke as well.
— When Rock Hard played a gig recently to a large crowd at the Village Inn in North Hudson, they showed their colors as being power-driven and loud, in a good way. The band is there again on Wednesday night. The aformentioned qualities played out, also combined with falsetto vocals, in the earlier gig, when raging through Rock ‘N Roll by Led Zeppelin and an AC/DC standard to close the evening.

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