The Money Shot Horns can make even grandma dance. That’s why they’ve been chosen as one of the headliners for tomorrow’s 2008 Taiwan Beer Festival (2008台灣啤酒節) in Wujih (烏日), Taichung County.
The event kicks off at 10:30am and features an appearance by the Taiwan Beer basketball team, food stalls, DJs, bartender shows, professional dancers, two Golden Melody Award-winning singers, and a massive graffiti installation that took two artists weeks to complete. The festival has already made stops in Tainan and Zhunan and will hit Taipei on Aug. 19, but the Taichung event is the largest and most heavily promoted.
Its aim is to promote the nightlife scene in the area around the Taiwan Beer Factory (烏日啤酒廠行政大樓前廣場) in Wujih, which is less than one kilometer from the Taiwan High Speed Rail Co’s Wujih Station and a 20-minute drive from downtown Taichung. Two restaurants have opened in the beer factory and several restaurants and nightspots will open soon nearby. The area is accessible from Taichung via the THSRC’s shuttle bus.
The main party starts at 5:30pm tomorrow with a bartender show, followed by music from DJ Edify, who spins funky house. A few dozen dancers will be on hand to create atmosphere and encourage the crowd to get down.
Hard-rock band Reload plays on the main stage at 6:30pm, while funk supergroup the Money Shot Horns takes to the stage at 7:45pm. Then it’s a triple bill of talented singers: Golden Melody Award-winning Puyuma songstress Jiajia (家家); Alin, who was recently discovered by an agent at the EZ5 club in Taitung; and, finally, Jeannie Hsieh (謝金燕), winner of the Best Taiwanese Female Singer gong at the 2007 Golden Melody Awards.
The Taiwan Beer Factory in Wujih (烏日啤酒廠行政大樓前廣場) is located at 1 Guanghua Rd, Wujih, Taichung County (台中縣烏日鄉光華街一號). The festival runs from 10:30am to 9:30pm.
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