More new bands take over stages, as a labor of love, this Labor Day weekend:
— A host of music groups that are new to the Willow River Saloon, or at least haven’t played there for a
while, are on tap this month. They start with Chubs on Friday, Sept. 2, then Zachary the following night, and
the next weekend there are the Honky Tonk Cowboys on Friday and Loot 66 on Saturday.
Chubs plays the typical styles that you would see at the Willow River Saloon, plus throws in some modern rock
and even a bit of reggae in performing their first gig there. However, their mainstay style is — of course —
country, but they include a diverse blend in their song list, which has in it songs by the Black Keys, Sublime,
Bob Seger, BB King, The Commodores, Jefferson Airplane, Alice in Chains, Poison, Cheap Trick, 3 Doors Down,
Bill Withers and Melissa Ethridge. The band features Mike and Darrel on guitar and vocals, and also Rocky and
Devin.
Zackary has 29 songs that they’ve recorded highlighted on an online site. The Cottage Grove country musician,
back at The Willow for the first time since spring, on behalf of his band has written and recorded hundreds of
songs, penning some on the highway. In recent times has delved into a totally unrelated genre while a sideman
with another group, so look for many differing styles that aren’t in the same classification.
Back last month, there was a newly appearing band that was more in the traditional Willow River Saloon style.
Dusty and the Dirt Road Band, as you might guess from the name, was called straight-forward country by a couple
of staff members, and look to see them again soon.
— Singer and guitarist Garret Farber said he gave me a by-name shoutout, when seeing me across the street,
between songs when he was a late fill-in at the Smilin’ Moose for a solo acoustic patio gig. He also is on to
play, as part of the regularly scheduled lineup on Friday, followed by Brian Ott on Saturday. Both shows run
from 5-8 p.m.
— There will be Coco’s heart dog rescue fundraiser from noon to 5 p.m. on Sunday at Kozy Korner in North
Hudson and the sign had said earlier in the week, “bring your puppies.” Is that a literal invitation to make
this a pooch powwow?
— Lava Java, a locally grown coffee drink infused with “stout” liquor, is being sold at the Village Inn in
North Hudson, and makes me hearken back to days of my youth when I’d infuriate family members while playing
Scrabble by making the word “aa,” which the dictionary says, referring back to the first part of this sentence,
is a type of again, lava. Would that make this a class AA drink?
They won’t be quite as Chubby if they work, and play, their butts off on Labor Day weekend
Share the Post:
Related Posts
- And musings moreover —– To skate or not to skate? Not on most Hudson streets and sidewalks, you don’t. Even though most users I’ve encountered have been courteous and safe — saying ‘on right’ as they go by on a fairly busy sidewalk, and not just barely edging past you — the city council in essance banned the usage last fall. I think this goes too far in what amounts to dare I say it, big brother-type stringency. I prefer a more ‘urban’ style ambiance, with a Twin Cities type of bustle.
Spring has past sprung, we’ve finally had some hotter weather, and a young man’s heart turns to thoughts of … e-cycling and skateboarding. In the last couple of weeks, you can see them again all around our sidewalks and byways, busy and not so busy city streets, burgeoning-in-length bike paths, and parking lots of all sizes. While I don’t necessarily want to go as far as skater boyz … Despite the fact that the city of Hudson, being the city of Hudson and all that entails, many months ago municipally moved to limit or outright outlaw on many or most...
- And musings moreover —– Shoes and shirt are welcome, to be purchased along with other keepsakes at a new shop or worn in. At least soon while dining at new downtown Hudson eating opps. You don’t need an app, read on, as doors are flipped open … There are still other options and opportunities, after the Wild opted out as flipping goalies, with Filip, only worked for so long. (Not so big shoes to fill. Just flip-flops. See below and under The Headliner for posts on such sports bar shenanigans.) So for now, in a new post, we Rally In The Valley, with eight bands.
A door on the side of a downtown conglomerate of stores, the front not back door, has a sign telling delivery drivers to deposit items in back — but the sign is flipped upside down since the tape slipped. A blipped language I don’t speak. But that’s not the only thing that’s flipped in the downtown. Lots of stores are either open as we speak, or will be soon. We’re talking still in May, maybe, and mostly earlier than later. While we wait with baited breath for the full opening of Max’s Social House. And a pub or another hub...
- And Musings moreover —– Nothing says Mother’s Day Beauty like a concrete culvert on the edge of your small yard, blocking the view of the flowers, as they start to bloom. To serve you better by (finally) getting at that drainage problem, and giving you instead, from your fave rocker, a whole buncha gray to look at, not RWB. But you can’t fight either city hall, or a utility company, or both. Basically buckthorn, either.
An elderly mom got an early Mother’s Day gift, courtesy of three entities who gave: Her a condo made-a stone-a, AT&T and a muddy spring. All combined to take her request for a properly drained stretch of slight ponding, a size of a grown corn stalk and about 30 feet long, between her walkout patio and the edge of the condo association land, where she has planted a few small sets of flowers at which to gaze as she passes away the last of her days, which one hopes are still many and not spent in a daze. The whole...
- The Aves and the have nots. The fans cried foul, over too many goals and too few penalties. Putting a man in that box, so he could not fill the net, would help the Wild aplenty. (However wait, the Wild have now flipped it in game three by making a statement. But now their backs are up against the wall.) But spring temps hopefully will hold, and Saturday’s game three and its outdoor watch party held at home will hasten how soon we forget the Colorado debacle, and make it more like Dallas. Recently it’s been viewing from inside the sports bar the away games and in-arena ice of Colorado, amidst our own tundra and its just frozen flowers. Must suck also to be a retail manager and having to decide how many potted ones to put out.
The Wild in their series with The Aves, have generated more cuss words then goals — although there have been quite a few of those too — from those fans watching in Hudson sports bars. Nine and Five scored by the foes make Fourteen, and hey that could be a song title, although a little long — like all the remote slapshots the Wild has been accused of taking. Maybe less of a bust for beer sales. Shit, my team is falling behind further, so yes, I’ll take another. The nets are burning from pucks ripping through, just like your...
- Earth Day? Spring warming up, or more cold? To change it up, spring training delivers a fastball? Or chill out, go officially fishing, although you might strike out? Or chill on the links with our Lynx, the most vital local pro sports team, as they advance to that dreaded Dallas, now land of the Stars and not that north kind. Our mom rules. Does she profit from cards, and go fish, though not poker face? For a few days, the sequence of events, one following another, then soon following another, dominates out calendar’s agendas. And my rambling writing, (which includes siding with Cinco.)
Earth Day came and evening went, the first trial. Our earth is still spinning. Spring also has unsprung, the second day. Flowers but also buckthorn grow. Renewal commences. May Day has passed into the past, the third trial. But regimes still falter and fall. And we harken to it, despite the prospect of potentially going fishless, on this differs-by-state opener. It was cold, to boot. Do trout like such water? They did on one side of the boat in Jesus’ time. — This is not the walleye they are known for, but otherwise the pick of the litter, for Cinco...
- Iron Trump? Bring the frump? Or dump? Bump it up and do The Humpty Hump? Here is yet another song of a generation, yet another parody of Iron Man by Black Sabbath, (it might help to go through the original lyrics first), and it is Ozzy approved as he is one of our children of the grave, and as so is one of the allegedly foggy ones, (no I would not allege that!!)
This is my ode to a couple of old Geezers, as in Butler who wrote words like no other, and like the Foggy Geezer beer often on special, over at Casanova Historic Liquors in Hudson. In the style of Iron Man, by Black Sabbath Iron Trump Lyrics by Joe Winter Riffs by Tony He Owes Me? I am rustic man … I have a rusty plan … Has mad mind lost its way Dull forked tongue or things to say Bomb, make Iran pay Before leaving office or he’ll stay Mine is the Master Plan So mine the straits fast...