You can hear and see a whole brigade of rock, and a bit of country too, with your tea and tequila

They will be wearing rock T-shirts, and sipping tea and tequila:
— They are a little bit country and a lot rock ‘n roll, with an emphasis on the ’80s. So, will their regular costume changes include emulating Dolly Parton? That’s unlikely, but you will hear and see a heavy dose of Old School hair bands, as well as music from other decades, when Rock Brigade plays The Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Saturday night, March 10.
— “Did you know we have over 50 kinds of tea?” This question is posed on the web site of Urban Olive and Vine. Not to be outdone, just down the block downtown at the Agave Kitchen, they have over 75 brands of tequila.
— The guys from Junk FM say they play a wide array of styles all slammed into one night, and sometimes, slammed into one song. They also describe their shows as a “genre-bending mashup.” See for yourself when they play the Smilin Moose on Friday night.

— There indeed is a Pot Of Gold at the end of the rainbow. Just like there is a cool offering related to St. Patrick’s Day at the other end of Carmichael Road, opposite the often seen on this site, grill and bar venues on the south side. At Hudson Bagel and Coffee Co. there is 17 percent off your entire purchase — patterned on the date this March the Irish celebrate — just ask the leprechaun in the ad! The offer runs through April 4.

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