Let there be rock! And roll out the spacecraft. Jefferson Starship? UFO Days on this last weekend in July has three bands, and plenty of raucous humor with a parade ranking right at the top, during its run from July 25-28. Elmwood is still Alien Central.

UFO Days in Elmwood took root, among many other sightings, of a spacecraft above a rock quarry, complete with laser show, decades ago, so it’s fitting that amidst its music acts there would be rock.
And maybe a guest appearance by members of a band of many brothers who then come out of a pod together. (Just kidding, but such humor abounds at UFO Days, held again this weekend.)
There is Carly Rogers (rather than Simon or Wayne) on Thursday evening, July 25, who opens things up like a pod with her performance at The Sandbar, Hoft and Teressa on Thursday in a basically simultaneous show at Kern’s Kurbside on Thursday evening, and in street dances, 3 Bucks & Change on Friday night, and the Rebel Queens on Saturday night. Both the above-named bars have live music on Sunday afternoon.
The band, that plays for, 3 Bucks & (some) Change, hits hard with the Doobie Brothers and their song Long Train Running, by use of (we’ll go with their Caps), Flute, Guitar, Harmonica, Mandolin, Percussion, Trumpet and yes Vocals, and the Music Genres of Country, Dance, Jazz, Polka, Rock and World Music.
New attractions at UFO Days 2024 are, among other things, confirmation of five different speakers/authors/scientists giving podcasts (fitting) and speeches and video.

There could be star power, as it’s rumored that resident-alien mascot Ofu himself will moderate some of the presentations. (If not he for sure will be at the parade at 2 p.m. Sunday.)
That’s if he can find nearby housing, as he allegedly has been foreclosed upon by those nasty Men In Black, who have government orders not to attend the proceedings, so less star power as far as actual bigger-name actors. But Ofu has reportedly put up his spaceship as collateral to buy local houses that in actuality, have entered into the alien ambiance via an activity new this year, a decorating contest, where he hopes to live with his fellow aliens brother Nofu and alien animal lifeform and pet Fufu. Nofu, a doctor in alienology, hopes to raise mortgage money by operating triage units, as there is plenty of such need these days, at the bottom of the very quarry, or crater, where local police officer George Wheeler first saw his spacecraft scoping out medical experiment sites back in the 1970s. It is thought that some of the rock crystals, or minerals there, can be very useful in other-worldly healing.
OK, most of that is standard UFO Days humor. But the five presentations and the house decorating contest are real.
And for a preview of the act at this alien fest that might be considered its apex, the Rebel Queens on Saturday night, see a followup post in about two days.

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