Want more than just a cup of Joe? I must say you are in for that, and other schtick, this weekend:
— One of the heralded Johnny Cash tribute bands that play the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt is there again this coming Friday night, April 27. “Johnny No Cash”is one of the pair that in photos show the Man in Black sporting a long dark overcoat and sticking up for the rights of the every day grunts like Joe — hey that’s me and any entourage!
— And, at various times throughout this and other weekends, singer Garret will play Hastings venues, as he has pretty much taken his way-out-there-vocals to the south and given up on the Hudson scene and its lack of “live” music; he can only be seen in these parts working behind the scenes at Mallory’s. So for singing that pushes the envelope and careens at times almost out of control, check out places on the deep south banks of the St. Croix River. (And yes for full disclosure, I was the one who took the shot of him pointing at the camera in his PR photos, taken from a prime position in back of the stage that in many cases ran afoul of Dick’s manager Rochelle, who thought that I was treading behind the bar where I should not be without proper clearance, as in a bartender ID — in 0ne of Garret’s last appearances there).
— You want to see the rock band Smokescreen? They this weekend will be trekking from their old stomping grounds of Lakeville and Apple Valley in the SW metro to lay it down in Hudson and the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night, with no blowing smoke about it.
This weekend you can touch base with Jean and Joe and who knows who, as far as the concert scene
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