You just might be the Sunshine of my Love, if you go to Shooters and give Apollo Beacon a shot for V-Day

Sunshine is given a shot at Shooters on a cloudy and cold day:
— You gotta love a band named Apollo Beacon, which is shining its light in its own godlike way when giving more verve to old standards of rock and other styles. They take the stage at Shooters in River Falls this weekend, as the club steers away from the tried and true standards.

— And then back to the Village Inn in North Hudson, which is getting more and more into having more music on a more regular basis. You gotta love it when they start with more with the stellar stalwart Kurt Jorgenson, etc., who is being asked to play more and more at The Village. He is back twice in March, on the 13th and 27th, Fridays all, after the upcoming Feb. 21 gig.
— And of course there’s Valentine’s Day night — with heart-throb rocker Bret Michaels, he of big flowing hair and the occasional love ballad, at Treasure Island resort and casino. Just after reading this tidbit, I heard a song by none other than his band Poison on the radio. There is a Hudson connection, too, as longtime duo-based guitarist Geno was invited at play at the newly discovered oil territory in North Dakota, along with Michaels. But being a Christian, Geno elected to decline due to the lawlessness of this northern locale, opting for a day job at U-Line, although he held out slim hopes of returning to rock with only Christian lyrics. But bad boy Michaels just may have been a good fit for that. and if you can’t make that show tonight, consider this offer, only from hudsonwinightlife: If you can’t make the show and why would you not like to, catch the chance before he heads back to LA to get a private serenade from Michaels, at the Quaint Old But Still Kinda In Demand Watering Hole — with his gorgeous locks cut that he’d older, instead evoking a combo of Rob Halford’s current bald head with Judas Priest, and the lullaby of Queensryche’s Silent Lucidity. Do You Lie Like I do?
— All three evenings this weekend, the fine arts center at UW-River Falls will hold a valentine-themed cabaret with a name starting with the words, you guessed it, “amor.” There is a significant admission charge, based on age, so if you want to take your Smilin’ Moose of a lady to something truly different and show your heart through getting out your wallet …
— As far as drink specials, there are some outrageously mixed cocktails with multiple over-the-top ingredients, at Juniors lounge in River Falls. But to top it off, there are five, count ’em five, singled out as special concoctions to that degree, at the end of the drink menu that are truly premium and veer toward top shelf, unlike you will normally see. The folks there have elected not to say for the record exactly what these are, because there is always the chance that they will be altered/improved upon by the week, at the expense of a past fave. So check it out and make up your own mind.

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