THE SALTY DOGS
9:30 p.m., Juanita’s. $6.
I try my best to be impartial, even though in a music scene as small as ours I usually know half the people I write about. But to keep things on the up and up, I’ll go ahead and say the Salty Dogs
played my wedding reception not too long ago, and they killed. We had it in a barn of sorts, and they wore big hats and rhinestone-studded Nashville garb and played pitch-perfect, down-home country music. My father-in-law, a generally reserved 60-something, danced as if possessed (for the first time since high school, he said later). By the end of the night, cummerbunds became do-rags and some distant cousin to Irish dance became appropriate for dancing to Johnny Cash covers. I sort of doubt the Salty Dogs will get that sort of response on Friday, but it’s a testament to the sturdiness of their music that they could propel (and withstand) such debauchery. The Dogs’ latest album, “Autoharpoon” is a mixture of well-chosen covers, like Mickey Newbury’s “Why You Been Gone So Long?” and stately originals, like “Starting Now,” that could easily be confused for covers. Expect more of the same live.