No trip to our outlaw outpost in the heartland is complete without a righteous plunge into the strange Americana circus that is Nights on the Green— Visit Boone County, IA´s answer to the question nobody asked. So for the first sonic boom of the season, we clawed our way downtown, wind biting like a back-alley bookie, just in time to catch Kennedy Station howling from the little stage like a barfight between classic rock, red dirt, and every jukebox ghost from the ‘80s.
They said: „We deliver lively shows…“ —and goddamn it, they weren’t lying. Original tunes, covers, blues riffs, and country twang—all swirling in a frenzy that made you forget the cold and remember why you left the house. I stayed for half the set, maybe less—duty called, and my liver had appointments elsewhere. But we’ll be back. We always come back. This is tradition. This is chaos. This is Boone, Iowa 
NextUp: New York – lets see if the big apple can hold up….
