What, for perhaps the first time in years no weekend community calendar? A microcosm (I’ve concocted?) for how crappy computers — get on their case — can keep us from conveying the news (of bands and all those great specialty drinks)

During a whole batch of late-night typing to get out this week’s community calendar, well after bar time, (deadlines suck), I swear that the computer’s mouse arrow is moving (drifting) westward on the screen without me touching it. My gosh, am I still tipsy enough to think I’m seeing that? For more about how crappy computers rule and sometimes ruin our lives, and keep you in my case from knowing about the latest bands and specialty drinks, read on. (And this is perhaps the first time I’ve actually gone around this rodeo, of not being just a bit late, but not showing up all weekend with the weekly news of where to go at all!)
With all that said, can I sue the whole computer industry, every last byte, over combined and prevailing (and here I admit vastly overstated) incompetence? I was trying to post my Picks of the Week entry the other day, and I swear I saved the work first, but ended up losing permanently not only the lead paragraph that I typed on Friday, but body copy that had already been saved midweek! All gone. How does this happen. I’m afraid that even though my computer is, I swear, older than any disco song, it falls prey to that years long bugaboo — feeling the pressure to be the first to get the new technology out there fast and corner the market BEFORE THEY HAVE WORKED OUT ALL THE BUGS. But I Will Survive. So anyway, with that, and a blatant lack of any acceptance on my behalf for any computer misdeeds, here is the couldn’t-be-resurrected-because-of-time-constraints bit of humor and headline that I tried to tell you but was frozen out of — the Scandinavian gentleman, I’m assuming on both counts, aptly named Lars, who played the Moose patio … the chance with an even better name to switch up and see Dan Switch, as even if your squeeze and you can’t decide where to go, its better not to fight but Switch, again by going to the Moose … the piano strains if you can enjoy taking in a multi-media type and do the hence geography, of a woman who is not only active downtown in Hudson with her act, but also a few blocks nextdoor at the Phipps, in Woodbury theater and that all around the St. Croix Valley, and even squeezing in some venues specializing in light opera among all her styles, which were shown at Urban Olive and Vine … and a few blocks from there the new Taste of Hudson in the park event, with way more than a baker’s dozen local and area craft brews and the like, not to mention the eats … and lastly a brotherly batch of bands that goes beyond 93-X Brotherhood Beer, likely in the main well-called-for styles of past years, at Good Neighbor Days in Roberts. Whew!

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Urban Table has solo and duet acts already in the books, and the tunes put in its vault, as they’ll soon be brought back for more music events. and positioned practically tableside tonight in their designated intimate enclave, has been enlisted an acoustic ensemble, turning it into an ample stage, and then another band next Saturday, just for starters. Bluesy, yes, and even jazzier. And always eclectic.

This about all that soft jazz, and a whole lotta related offerings, taking a renewed seat at the table, like a not-seen-for-a-while relative at Thanksgiving dinner, as they have plenty of quick eats or full meal to go with the music too, at a venue that adds another element to the local song scene. It’s an intimate setting, where you can be not much more than an arm’s length or two from one of the players as the regele you with their sung stories — and still stay out of reach and vocal range of that odd uncle, but close...

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Clarity. Craft. Better together. Like a guitar harmony. Or Clarity & Craft Co., for penning business proposals that turn old notes and rough drafts into persuasive plans for your client’s action. Like a concerto. Choir to double down, on composing ditties.

Business writing, and even life, is like penning a song. It moves through the various seasons, like The Rain Song. (Snow coming soon.) But the very season at which we choose to begin is telling. And it may vary. For each client’s, or band’s needs. Or the second side of an album. They say keep your friends close, your enemies closer, and your bandmates closest, because they are the ones you hole up with for long periods and churn out the creative process. One of those for me, is the pen during the day, and voice at times at night when...

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Nicolas Cage has been around locally for weeks filming one of his latest projects. Could ‘Parish’ be considered a cage match between he and St. Michael the Archangel, a local parish, with sword slitting sinner’s neck, considering his bent for projects of a spiritual and apocalyptic nature?? But farmhouse famously. Read on, or see it in a theater soon …

When I first heard that star actor Nicolas Cage was in town for an extended stay to film one of his new movies, it didn’t take too much of a deep dive to discover that the film and its protagonist takes the name of Parish, which made me think it had something to do with things post-apocalyptic and churches, like some of his past flicks. (Spoiler alert: It actually is not a parish in the sense of the name of a church, but has that end of the world and eternity vibe, as it’s about a man who decides to hole up in his adapted...

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MAGA goes South, and everyone from South Park to various ends of St. Croix County ‘can plainly see’ it. Yes, Republicanism may have won the day in the county, but in the final tally in the state, and country, it was curtains for them keeping a majority, being tied too closely to Trump. aberations in that county voting were Knoke vs. Zimmerman, and the early tallies in Town of Hudson absentee voting.

Mr. Hat, meet Mr. Reality, meet Mr. Mandate. Via Mr. Crowley. If you don’t get that post-election humor, then there’s no hope … When it concerns the latter, check out the Ozzy song and it’s message, “won’t you ride my white horse” and “did you think you were pure,” see if you then get the gag, as a U.S. dictator’s realm falls in a landslide rarely seen. “Your lifestyle to me seems so tragic.” As the last midterm election tallies are being, well, tallied, South Park (and later SNL too) roared on with its satire on Wednesday night, getting going at it...

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Sick of getting flyers in the mail, as many as five a day, and leaving no room in the box for the postman? Even if they happen to target a political interest of yours? I went through more than 100, so offer this synopsis, which got very detailed, as your primer for when you go to the polls today. (See results here in coming days.)

The divide in politics these days is not still as much left vs. right, with granted little center, it’s become the informed vs. the uniformed or downright ignorant, and by the flyers politicians put out, you can see they are catering to this predilection. So I propose a solution, though radical, as long as these days we’re throwing that word around all over the place even when it’s not merited, and it’s mentioned literally hundreds of times in Republican flyers across the state: If you are not going to educate yourself, don’t vote. If you think about it, this is very Darwin-ish. Another...

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Few inflatables? Just Chip away at the beyond-rigatoni-like-structured (Penne please?) them plastic bones? Halloween has come crashing to a sugary candied conclusion. But not before the alley cats were spooked, if they were not caught with their costumed tails between their legs, (no prizes), or by a pirate that’s DEPP-osed, (maybe.) Or, did Zappa do it? Double, double P. —– But hence, tomorrow is Election Day, and I will provide detailed coverage and how-to-fight-through-the-chaff analysis that will include the local polling numbers. You will see that much sooner here than in the local paper, as they do not staff elections firsthand.

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What, for perhaps the first time in years no weekend community calendar? A microcosm (I’ve concocted?) for how crappy computers — get on their case — can keep us from conveying the news (of bands and all those great specialty drinks)

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