This is early in the year bluegrass that’s hopping much more than a ‘Turtle,’ and when seen is not ‘Lazy’ at all (Ride the Lightning)

This is not the blues, but a Berry-good time, in advance of the spring River Falls bluegrass fest:
— Bluegrass music fans, following the bands who appear regularly in River Falls and are slated for the big spring bluegrass fest there, can rejoice and get their fix ahead of time. Erik Berry, of Trampled By Turtles fame, is back on the road with his new project, LazyLightning420. They will be in-concert at a venue to the north, Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse, on Saturday night, Feb. 9.
— There are many more singers on the bill then you would see at any concert, including the opening acts. The annual Bungalow Idol competition in Lakeland — which has been going for the entire new year — has its finals on Friday night starting around 9:30 p.m. You can see and hear headliner quality well past this, the ordinary time a first or second act goes on, and the genres run the gamut from Sinatra, which you might expect, all the way through AC/DC.
–They are helping keep the sports watching tradition moving forward, even now that the Super Bowl is done. Buffalo Wild Wings is featuring their like totally stacked burger, with a number of patties that is more than you you can fit in a maxed out backfield formation, to keep the fan-tabulous experience going.You could also say that its as stacked with meat as an eight-man defensive line, stuffed inside the box to stop an Adrian Peterson rushing attack. So don’t get sacked, get your fan food.
— And speaking of meat, there is an annual chili contest at Dick’s Bar and Grill on early Sunday afternoon, where you get to be either the judge or the participating cook. Sample dozens of kinds of chili, whose variety include all of the different food groups, and meats that run from turf to turkey, and fish and shrimp of the sea to other kinds of featured fowl.

Share the Post:

Related Posts

My mom has told me not to be a potty mouth when I write, as she certainly would not appreciate hardly any of the standup humor on say, Comedy Central Radio. SNL maybe. But after 11:30 p.m. … But there comes a time where a man must make a stand. And for this jokester, it was now when he had to choose whether to pass on the opportunity that would otherwise bite him in the butt, for in front of and behind him is the Mother Lode. Or should I say load. Or “Mothers” of Invention. Heh heh, heh heh, Butthead, look...
So the wall is down. Of letters, that is. Not down by Mexico. Cemented into the concrete. Of the Kennedy Center. Where music has sat. (Near where a now defunct wrestling arena rusts in peace. Or a bloodied White House lawn. With leftover paper cups and plates, more likely bowls and small utensils, anyone?) Or more ornate than inside? A tarp the size of Pennsylvania, the predominant battle state, covers workers as they chip. So geez, how big are the letters? Four times 50 living workers high? But now none remain, or so we are told by flunkies. Or is...
A few years back, I wrote an article about Hudson Deacon Tom Kroll and how he did so many extra dutiful tasks, his living out the Gospels tirelessly, when his wife was ill, in addition to his regular job. I was inspired at the time to pen this, about my own lovely, disabled wife — we were separated briefly but now back together with our 40th anniversary this month, as wholehearted caregiving has many strains — and how an atypical view of standard roles, out of necessity, made things work, as far as our approach to work and home that’s...
What do fishing, maybe in the dark, thus a Texas ranch, snakes of various types and do they come or stay out after dusk, eating either and only fine food or snacks, and a game of cards — likely just one each — have in common. And no strippers or Chippendales. And an only half or quarter, not full Monty. (Who is Monty anyway?) Or cowboy or cowgirl hats. Although there was some dress-up. More Barbie than boots on, I think. It’s an easy answer, connected and conflicting, but not in all or dirty ways, bachelor and bachelorette parties. One of each...
It was clear to me at the most recent Jeff Loven music show in Hudson, for Memorial Day weekend, that there has been a changing of the guard. The sword has been passed. New blood, like Yungblud, has been brought in. And, I must say, loyalty — amongst the devotees who travel frequently and all across the two-state area to virtually all of Jeff’s shows — has been rewarded. They are the royalty, in what just makes good business sense that I can appreciate. In a significant but not unprecedented altering of course, I was not one of those asked...
Trial by fire. My broiling heart in my efficiency flat still beats a bit, in concern over those boiling over in worse apartments in a Chicago tenancy, or on an ocean island instantly-burn-your-feet beach or dessert, or forced to endure ice baths just to keep cool — or simply be offered no way to maintain an ice-dripping body other than also read a non-cookbook at the library, or select not a big steak you can’t afford but a 73/27 burger from a freezer and slap it on your forehead. Just not too hard. All these things are ones where you especially today either burn or...
Scroll to Top