Hitface hits road for Willow River, crossing over the country, to also disco here, disco there

Who better to crank out four decades of hits than Hitfaced? You should be all ears, or else take it on the chin:
— When was the last time you heard everything from crossover country to disco? Well you can at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday evening, July 15. While celebrating 40 years of hits in a single night, a show by the band Hitfaced features songs anyone who loves popular music will recognize. They cover material from the most recent pop to classic rock, but also more than a dozen “crossover country” artists, dance/funk and even some disco, as Hitfaced features both a male and female sharing lead vocals. (That allows, for example, five different songs by Pink). “Finally you can hire a band that is as musically diverse as your audience. Old, young, dancers, pop music fans, cowboys and rockers and even headbangers will all find something to enjoy spread throughout the show,” says the band’s bio.
— Saturday’s re-grand opening of the Kozy Korner in North Hudson will have not only the expected things such as a bean bag tournament, but also the music of an artist who, again, is relatively new as one of the village people, Pete Elkin.
— How often before have you heard a band listed as a “well oiled machine?” That is the case for Doug Otto and the Getaways, who have been likened to Robert Johnson, Waylon Jennings, Hank Williams, Muddy Waters and Buddy Guy, and will be playing Junior’s bar and grill in River Falls on Friday evening.
— On the patio at the Smilin’ Moose this weekend are Ken Valdez on Friday and Michael Handler on Saturday, both from 5-8 p.m., and George Scot McKelvey on Sunday from 2-5 p.m.

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