Tim Sigler is aka Springsteen, as per the tribute that’s playing out locally and regionally, as the past becomes present, and the recent show by Bruce The Boss himself gives added impetus. Just ask one of his main (longtime and for the long haul) fans.

Who knew Tim Sigler could be so diversified. And he was a metro musical institution to start with.
Just ask a big longtime fan and his friend — along with the rest of her crowd — for the regional country star who I just ran into while shopping, but not for rock T-shirts, by the way.
This same Crue — they’d probably like that too — had just returned from a Bruce Springsteen concert in the Twin Cities the night before, where the metro dailies said via a newsstand a few feet away, The Boss gave one of his trademark lengthy shows, despite being in his 70s. Yes earlier in that number of years but still … Not sure to what degree he kept up the same legendary energy level.
We’ll leave that to the (somewhat) younger artist they rave about. (She still had one of his band T-shirts on).
That would be Sigler, who the crew (this time spelled that way) had also just seen play at Ziggy’s, this time in Stillwater. The rub: Sigler had been in a tribute band for The Boss before taking his country act on the road, playing major clubs, especially on this end of the metro area, for what has to be a couple of decades now.
This has been called Sigler does Springsteen, as I encountered the new version of the act also at Ziggy’s, this time the Hudson version. That was a couple of weeks back, but certain to return soon, whether there and/or in Stillwater, as he’s been an on-again-off-again stalwart at both.
And I said, in my lead and followed up by mentioning the Crue, that as Sigler’s group diversifies, and not just in also performing as a lineup that’s not a full band: In a warm-up I saw just prior to the Hudson full-on show, they were tuning their instruments and delved into some plucky-fast rock guitar.

— This officer was camped out by a manhole at Second and Locust, in the middle of the main drag, as he said the immediate area as far as The Phipps Center was flooded Down Under and the hole itself was open in an effort to rectify the matter. Traffic was directed to be redirected with a white light that wants to show, and the middle of main was blocked off, as this was a busy weekend in downtown Hudson. I just had to ask him what this was about, and he was happy to tell. This reminded me of a time long ago, when I was a photographer for the Hudson Star-Observer and took some photos of an officer steering traffic around a block down, as it was near last call and the street lights had gone out. He was not thrilled and told me to wrap up the shoot and be on my way.
Then there’s this sign that was on both side of the Meister’s marquee in Boardman, wishing well wishes to someone named Rita, and it was up for several days. She must be important. And that was the pet name of an ex who was pert, that she had given to herself (and her where-with-all). Are you reading Debbie? Oh, a different Debbie than one I have cited before. There must be as many by that name as Amanda and Jennifer. —

And now, back to and alluding to the fan I saw shopping, this pussycat gets faster with the concerts I cover:
When I’d earlier also approached, at a venue a couple of blocks away, a young man about his T-shirt, something I often-transitioning-into-always do with people, opening act Lamb of god was better than even Megadeth, so it was said. I ran this by, to get a stream-of-consciousness (partial) quote, metalhead Mike, 2M, who lives (and dies?) by band leader Mustaine, and thought he would distain: “Oh yeah, that was just his personal preference, at the time and it was what he saw first and he liked it … was that his first metal concert? Yeah, I get it.”
yes, this was the young man’s first concert, metal or otherwise, and he made it known he’s coming back for more. He added that he likes all forms of music, but when queried made it clear that his faves tend to (all) be harder edged. He got the concert bug when offered to do security at Rock Fest almost two hours away in Cadott — are you, say perchance, listening Debbie? — and decided to take it for some extra dough, but then One Thing Led To Another.
I originally Walked His Way to say that Metallica is still ahead of my list for the Big Metal 3M bands. And now with Lamb of god thrown into the picture … And the venue in The Cities was none other than The Armory, a place with a strong Hudson tie-in based on an engineering-type-but-not-nerdy guy who earlier was a main mainstay in getting such shows together from such a standpoint, pre-but-no-longer-post-pandemic.
Back to the new metalhead, he had the obligatory long hair in a ponytail, maybe just for that night, like the bartender whose hair was newly put in curls for a friend’s wedding. And the gal pal he was with was even more decked out, as even one side of her face, but not both, was fully tattooed.

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