More fodder is afield on The Figs at The Bungalow, (and they haven’t gotten moldy after more than 30 years)

The longtime band Mouldy Figs are back again at the Bungalow Inn in Lakeland on Tuesday from 5-7 p.m., so catch them early and maybe have dinner, too. In their online bio, members of the old school jazz-and-other-genres group say, “don’t trust any band under 30.” As in having performed together for more than three decades. That was one of the reasons the The Figs even merited a prominent tribute band event a while back, having formed in 1973 in St. Paul. And the band leader has even been performing locally, and also taking his earlier acts far afield, for longer then that. Midstream in that time frame was a group of video segments recorded at the Bungalow itself. Members are Jim “Fig” Field (washboard), Tom Owens (bass), Debbie Schreyer (banjo) and Irv Williams (saxophone). In case you want to find out more about the band, they even are known by multiple names, and not just the one word that many models or singers go by. They include the Minnesota Mouldy Figs and the Mouldy Figs Dixieland Band.

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