Things cycle through, just like country and Magic Sunshine music, and goony tunes

Even if you have no cash, you can still take in goony tunes this weekend and go full tilt:
— At The Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt on Friday night, Feb. 3, is Johnny No Cash, which they say plays old-school tonky tonk and classic country and western music. They name as Artists We Also Like, the likes of Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, Buck Owens, Johnny Horton, Ernest Tubb, Patsy Cline, Dwight Yoakam, George Jones, Ray Price, Charlie Pride, Waylon & Willie, Conway Twitty, Charley Pride, Hank Thompson and Don Gibson. Now that’s a real throwback.
On Saturday night at The Willow is Full Tilt. I must reference that band, who just like the recently added Thursday open mic night at Dick’s Bar and Grill, had some of those same house band stalwarts, then in Hudson for their Sunday night events. Hint: One of them is a Full Tilt guitarist. Check out both places. The music at each starts about 9:30 p.m.
— A motorcycle rally on Saturday will end at the Cave Inn just north of Roberts, and feature, fitting for a cave, the rocking band Goons and Tunes.
— The Magic Sunshine Band will play the Smilin’ Moose on Friday night, with their tribute to the ’70s and AM radio music. Will they shine magical new light on the scene?

— Singer songwriter Tim Fast has toured the country and in the process picked up high praise for his sweet voice from some prominent peers, and now he’s bringing his neo-folk act to the River Falls Golf Club to provide entertainment for a craft beer and wine tasting to benefit the Kinnickinnic River Land Trust. Things get going at 5 p.m. Saturday.

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