Tunes and turkey, (including the various types of hunting), and a new duo mark the highlights of this weekend’s activity:
— The Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt has been advertising as a group a trio of bands in the vicinity of Turkey Day, involving the eight days before and after the holiday, which also features there a meal with the oven roasted bird or carved ham and all the fixings. These groups include Lady Luck (Nov. 20 with their edgy Old School and new rock), Fiddlin’ John (Nov. 21 having instrumental with an edge) and The Farmer’s Daughters (Nov. 27 with an edge of female-led country excitement and enthusiasm).
— The duo of “Josh and Dave,” on guitar and vocals, have recently teamed up after playing with a variety of other bands and take their new act to Shooters Pub in River Falls on Saturday, Nov. 21. Josh most recently took the stage with the Jeff Loven One-Man-Band and laid it down with a bluesy, guitar-driven rendition of country rock. As in his days with The New Skinny, they will likely go deeper than the tried-and-true standards, as can be seen with Josh’s influences, which include The Blend, Young the Giant, Stereophonics, Lights Out Dancing, New Medicine, All the Right Moves, Anberlin, MGMT and the Naked and Famous, and several more mainstream bands.
— Just in time for hunting season is a beer of the month special, Low on Doe, otherwise known as Old Milwaukee Light, at Dick’s Bar and Grill. And it will only cost you, literally, a couple of “bucks” as long as you order before 10 p.m. That gives you plenty of time to stop in after hunting hours close.
— Halloween lives on (redux). The Jacko traveling pumpkin shandy is available as the November beer of the month at the Village Inn in North Hudson, and with each bottle you get a “mustache” in case you’re still in need of a costume. And The Village perhaps leads the way in its promotion on its marquee on the battle-for-first between Green Bay and Minnesota, by saying they will have on their 20-plus TV screens the 3:15 p.m. Sunday contest with the “ViQueens.” As much as that gets our kudos, we must say “boo” to the Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse online post about the game that some viewed as offensive to the Purple People.
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