Radio Face, Uncle Mike, the Barn Cats, Brewster, Bubba … for the love of Mason Jars

Let’s face it. Self-deprecating humor aside, Radio Face looks like a hit:
— They may not bill themselves this way, or give themselves enough credit, but they are not unattractive people. Playing the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt for perhaps the first time, at least with this lineup and/or name, on Saturday night, Nov. 18, is the group Radio Face.
— New to the game locally is the band Uncle Mike and the Mason Jars (no relation to the Uncle Mike at the Uncle Mike’s Em Pour E Yum in the town of Hudson). The aforementioned group will be featured on Saturday at a fundraiser to aid homeless people, for Grace Place and Serenity House, that also features tastings of wine, beer and spirits from some of the best, mostly local vendors — seven in all — and a silent auction. It will be held at Ready Randy’s banquet and catering center just south of New Richmond. This is a 21 and over event and runs from 6-9:30 p.m. Tickets can be purchased at the sponsoring venue, or the two places that are benefactors, for $35 in advance or $40 at the door.
— On tap at Pudge’s Saloon and Eatery is BBA ale, blended by the Brewster Bros. Brewing Co. The handle shows a regular guy who just has to be named Bubba indulging on it. Given the name of the company, shouldn’t that be called BBB ale. Or better yet, BBBBB, as in Brewster Bros. Brewing beer for Bubba?
— As a name that befits their genre, the Barn Cats will play at the barn dance at the River Falls Academy gym on Saturday, starting at 7 p.m. This is the second such dance this season; the first and third are featuring the Rush River Ramblers. As far as the Barn Cats, they will be back to play another such gig in mid-April.

— And this in advance of the traditional big days of deer hunting over the Thanksgiving weekend, rather a celebration taking place on Saturday at the Village Inn in North Hudson. While your hubbies who are enamored with bringing home that big buck might take off for Colorado, or just go up north, you can get some of the spirit from that state without ever leaving town. Yes, ladies during the deer hunting widows observance at The Village can drink all the Coors Light they wish — is there a pipeline coming from Golden, Colorado? — for a mere $20. That’s more than some guys spend on that smell-like-deer-stuff that they swear will get them at least an eight-pointer. And yes, there will be rock music, too, pulling one out of the vault. The old war-horse band Gel, not seen so much around these parts since the old Dibbo’s closed, will be on from 9 p.m.-1 a.m.

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