Her name is Hazel and she is a skirt-twirling friend of the band. Hazel likes power tools and chickens and knows better than most that sometimes nothing will do but to take it to the floor and get your dance on. You might be cool, neighbor, but you ain’t Hazelcool (for what it’s worth: we ain’t Hazelcool neither – we just bask in her glow every chance we get). Come join us for a night of skirt-twirling, music making, beer drinking, and whatever else Feb. 9th sees fit to throw at us. Y’all come. Do it.