The only flaw is that The Flaws have not been here before — and that you can’t read the extra Xmas insight until just prior to New Year’s. but that will be a present, when it becomes present

On this, the last weekend of 2018, there is one band that stands out in the Hudson scene before the coming of the real party of the period on New Years Eve. That is the three-word rock ‘n roll party machine, with R&B and rap, that is lovingly known as The Flaws. They started as a two-piece drums and keyboard outfit that with the persistence of adding instruments and members allowed them to branch out and expand the party. They play the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night, for their first time there to be seen, and they’re a sight, hence the plug

Music can’t come before holiday shopping, and allow me to share this experience. I was getting my couple of last things, but my gift card was not swiping, and the clerk could not fix it, so the woman behind me offered her help as far as buttons to punch, and swoop, there it was. I said this could get her a trouble-shooting consulting gig at the North Pole, with only one (long) shift a year, but great vacation benefits. She thanked me for the compliment, but wasn’t too sure. I said that based on my experience of a moment ago, I would give her a great reference, being nice not naughty. “I think I’ll pass,” she said, although smiling. Want more stories like that, plus the latest on new clubs closing (that’s not nice)? A primer will come on this site before the new year, as a retrospective, with more of the same to follow on 2019 when, well, its 2019.

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