New music isn’t becoming old, and a tried and true band opens a new patio

 

You won’t end up empty, as their are plenty of bands and other forms of music on deck for this weekend:
— Empty Arms will as of Friday night, June 10, do something that is rare at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt — being a new act to grace their stage for a second time in just over two months. The band plays traditional and Texas blues, rock and rockabilly, and their sound has a synergy with some noteworthy national acts, which makes even their cover songs diverse and original in style.
In much the same vein, as far as frequency, the relatively new band Stagecoach is on again on June 18. (They before had played The Willow for their second time this spring, but there had been a hiatus prior to that). Goes to show what a loyal following can do. Like their name, the band has visual and musical imagery that relates to the Old West, with skull-and-crossbones type fare added in.
— The grand opening party of the patio facing the St. Croix River at the Smilin’ Moose, a facet that opened late last year and has two very different styles on two different levels, will be Friday night. Tim Sigler is the featured country music act for the party, (even though he will be playing indoors, not on either level of the patio).
— And of course, Dick’s Bar and Grill has a beer of the month special worth highlighting. That would be the Coors Stubby, billed as being made with 100 percent Rocky Mountain water. (Despite that claim, being from the state of Colorado, I wonder if there might be something else in that water).
— And the Village Inn in North Hudson, featuring karaoke on the second Saturday of every month, will be at it again on June 11. Being an avid singer who once got a tentative offer to front a heavy metal band, as an aside, the owner recently praised my rendition there of Heaven and Hell by Black Sabbath, and a patron of my take on Turbo Lover by Judas Priest. Check out some other class acts that are fast becoming regulars there come Saturday.

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