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Hey Joe, where are you going with that rap-mic in your hand. But for those who prefer to rock, there is the GasLite in Ellsworth and their visual and vocal and instrumental appeal that cuts the rug between country and other classics and also that hard rock guy. It is definitely a Full Nelson. (And for the latest one to pass, trivia question with a geographical edge, see Where Did You See It?)

Jailhouse rock? Or rap? As we fight the hoards that are now coming over here from Minneapolis/St. Paul due to must-prove-vaccination requirements, and all this might land a few thugs in the clink also …
Then there came news of a fantastic rapper, who wrote and then sang as well at light speed, that unfortunately is currently incarcerated. Lyric fodder? So hard to get gigs unless you are a hip-hopper invoking the hood. Just kidding. The speed at which he rapped its seems, is not the speed that causes the wheels of justice to turn. And then the fact that he is an older white male, also named Joe … Kinda like Eminem, age-wise, but from Hudson per se.
The only one with that genre going forth that can compare, is a relative of the powers that be at Dick’s Bar, as his speedy pace was and is way over the top, with all kinds of different verses that are a rap thing, when filling in for Jeff Loven at length during his set breaks. And is some of it original, not covers? Where are you buddy, in these Covid days?
Then this Saturday at the GasLight in Ellsworth, is Jake Nelson’s Full Band, (their wording to set them apart from duos and solos), with a fiddle and keyboards to accompany three guitars starting at 7 p.m. and going for four hours — minus possible encores. The musicians have a Johnny Be Good, down-home appeal, in addition to a guy on guitar who could match some on a runway, not just a stage. Like the thrasher from Metallica in (short hair) look. And right after I hit the send button, now for the first time, I heard on the radio the reference to just exactly when they ALL IN THE BAND cut their hair!

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