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Give it up for . . . Cherry Gun!

It's a strange feeling when your date night includes a trip to the local casino to listen to a band a grown son of your friend plays in. And by strange, I mean "Wow, we're old." Tim and I didn't actually say that. I did exclaim, more than once, "Wow, what a kid. He's just a baby."

I'm sure the 20-something drummer with his piercings and his powerful beat and rocking voice would not appreciate me calling him that. I didn't say it to his face when he came out to chat with us between sets. But I reflected on his shy, quiet demeanor, his youthful half-grin, and his shock of reddish curls as he ambled back on stage. And I had to say it again, "What a bey-bey."

We had a fun night watching Cody lay the beat for "Cherry Gun," a Minneapolis-based cover band that plays a wide range of rock, country, and pop. As Cody joked about the upcoming set, he acknowledged the eclectic mix, "There'll be 'Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,' followed by a Pitbull song."

They attracted quite a crowd of gamblers, dancers, and drinkers during the evening with a set list that included Lady Gaga's "Poker Face," Rick Springfield's "Jessie's Girl," Taylor Swift's "Shake it Off," and Adele's "Rollin' In The Deep." At one point, I could've sworn the guitarist had actually channeled Neil Diamond during an eerily spot-on rendition of "Sweet Caroline" (bom-bom-bom  . . .  so good, so good, so good).

Keep an eye out for this band, "Cherry Gun," which could be coming to a casino near you. We heard that they already have their tour dates booked through September 2015. And they're set to play our Riverside Casino again in January. Visit their website, www.cherrygunband.com. Like them on Facebook. They deserve the support. They're a talented, hardworking bunch.

Cody's probably enjoying the post-concert rock-star party life as I write this on my laptop in bed. Way past my bedtime.

Comments

Chad Coppess said…
Sounds like you had a good time. Pretty proud of Cody for making his way in the music industry. Glad people are enjoying it.

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