Tis the season — and the only one so don’t miss it — for the ugly sweater contests to make even things like the leisure suit seem cool again. What goes around comes around, as this a staple of the holiday season is again rearing its (ugly?) head. In a good way. Headstrong, and that might be a song you could hear.
That’s because Kozy Korner will use the occasion to make perhaps its first foray into the land of the one-man-band. This is a musical realm where such acts have put themselves out there in the last few years, but this is a first for North Hudson. But contrary to that, Kozy is old school with such dress up, or down contests for nattily clad villagers and beyond, it has held this many times before, so the party on Saturday night is not their first go-round. And to further digress, these contests are old hat for them, where for other venues in the area, it has come and gone. And now they add to it live music.
So OK, here is the moment for which you have been waiting — and reading. The one-man-band is not just an acoustic strummer, he is more like Joe Strummer — the guitarist for The Clash — in that he also plays rock (see above). And goes by the name of Steve Jacoby. And the music that starts at 8 p.m. includes prizes for first through third best (or ugliest) sweaters. And there are other prizes and drink specials, from a place that often has them for just a couple of bucks. Then look at the ad sign, you know the one, on the wall that shows a sweater of the nattiest sort, that being a decal in front that looks like a combo of a reindeer and a lighted-up house.
For inspiration, you might join the literally hundreds and do holiday shopping at County Market, and spy a manager wearing not only a stocking hat, but a combo again of Snoopy and snowflakes. And the customer being waited on had a full ensemble of such decor in her leggings and blouse.
Kozy Korner leads the way in its initial foray into — not the ugly sweater contest that is their forte — but along with it a one-man-band performance, clear as ringing a bell, of the type that might just be displayed on your shirt. Not like an often shirt-less rock star, but this guy rocks the Christmas tree! So go show your ugly sweater in the village.
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