CherryGun at Missy's

The Wife was trying to talk me into watching a movie with her tonight, but I looked at her.  She has the two day fever that is going around right now.  Caught from a young girl that calls her Obaasan.  Her face was red.  Her nose was running.  I said, let me get you a scotch, it will decongest you.  Then, half a scotch later I said, "Humm, you still aren't decongesting.  Let me get you some NyQuil."  Thirty minutes later, she was sleeping.  …What she really needed to do.  But for me, thirty one minutes later, I was driving toward Missy's bar in Lake Hallie to see Cherry Gun.  It was a good

Dead Pigeons at Harriet Brewing Co

I am in the big city tonight.  Hanging out with a friend.  Last week when we were talking she was going on about the tap room scene in the twin cities area.  This was something I was not yet aware of.  Tap rooms are sort of like a brew pub, but without the fit and finish.  Case in point, The Harriet Brewing Company at 3036 Minnehaha Ave in Minneapolis.

Brian Bethke and Stacy Hanson at The Sheeley

Its funny.  Sort of like song lyrics you hear wrong ("Have you Seen Lorraine?" springs to mind) I somehow got it into my mind that Brian Bethke was doing a show with Stacy Hamilton, lead singer and chief metal-chick of the hard rocking band Marked 4 Deletion.  Now I see lots of music.   So when I hear about notably strange match ups, to which this would certainly qualify, I am totally there.

Contingency along with some Probable Cause

It was a veritable plethora of music to be had this night in Chippewa Falls.  Five bars with bands and us with only one night.  We landed ourselves first into the James Sheeley House.  But, the band that was playing when we drove by the front window was on break by the time we got the minivan parked and walked ourselves through the door.  So, we elected to move on.

4th Floor at Every Buddy's Bar & Grill

It was a great night out, weather-wise.  Maybe the last night of warm weather for this year.  The crowd showed it.  It was a packed, don't call the fire marshall, sized crowd that was jammed shoulder to shoulder into Every Buddy's Bar & Grill to see Three Lakes, Wisconsin based, 4th Floor on stage.  It was that way all night until the last song.  Let me tell you what, 4th Floor didn't disappoint!

Ditchrunners at Every Buddy's Bar & Grill

The Chippewa Falls music season kicked back into gear starting this evening.  And it was a beautiful, beautiful night to be out.  The Wife was otherwise detained this evening, camping with the boy scouts up at the fairgrounds.  So I was out on a night of freedom.   It has been more years, decades in fact, than I care to admit since I was last riding a motorcycle in the country after dark.   If there isn't a freeway, or at least a very large road to roll on, I am always back home before sundown.  And my eyes?

Frantic Antics at Missy's

This is the third time I have seen Frantic Antics.  The first time, a solo trip, I came home and gave them an outstanding review.  I felt like, at the time, they deserved every word of it.  The next time we saw them, The Wife and I were popping in to Every Buddys Bar where they were playing, during band break of a different band over at the Snout.  That night they weren't sounding so good and kind of disorganized.   …At least during the few songs we were there for.

Van Isaacson plays Heyde Center

I was invited to my first local wedding.  The Wife, herself, was actually in the thing.  A first for her I guess.  "Always a bride, never a bridesmaid… <Sigh>".   But I am thinking being invited is a sign we have become "from here" now.  A happy thing to so be.  After a summer of planning and anticipation, the date was upon us and we were at the Heyde Center.   Something I was impressed by, a music fan who had three acts booked, social time, dinner and the dance.  What I had was the joy of seeing a fresh face.  Behind a guitar or occasional violin, Van Isaacson.   It was a great experience.  


No man is so foolish but he may sometimes give another good counsel, and no man so wise that he may not easily err if he takes no other counsel than his own. He that is taught only by himself has a fool for a master.

Hunter S. Thompson