And now with the final foray of the Final Four, music and other entertainment has come to the fore, even on Sunday Funday, (Chapter two)

Here is a wrap up of what is on tap, musically or for other entertainment, the rest of this weekend, no matter where you hail from, as it is indeed Sunday Funday:

(For a complete, earlier, listing of what has been going on, see the article below this one).

— Whether a Final Four fan or just a regular, you can still catch the ultimate one-man-bander, guitar wiz Jeff Loven who hails from Minnesota but is well-known in these parts, on Sunday night at Dick’s Bar and Grill.
— If you are an NCAA basketball visitor, or even a local, make note of the taste of Wisconsin that Milwaukee Burger has to offer. They in true Cheesehead form have all the beers that you might expect, plus hamburgers and other such food that are to die for, based on the crowds of people they have been drawing since opening a few months back. However, the staffing levels at Milwaukee Burger make it possible to still serve you fast. So think of old County Stadium or more recently Miller Park (and its brats) and check out Milwaukee Burger at their Hudson location on The Hill, that’s smack dab in the center of where local motels are, especially if you are a visitor, just off off Carmichael Road.
And, other sporting options for watching the finals game — on Monday or anytime before — also are available in the immediate vicinity, in the form of Buffalo Wild Wings and Green Mill.
— Another venue relatively new to the scene, Ziggy’s, has officially unveiled its five nights a week music lineup, at least for this moment on its latter end, so there is more to be seen. On Sunday, on stage for the latter part of the afternoon is Tom Wavra and his acoustic guitar stylings, as he will be every Sunday, so come take in his act soon in April. He follows the old and new, Blue Dream and the HeBeGeBs from earlier this weekend, and there was more yet prior to all the Final Four folks arriving.
–The dance music is pumping seven nights a week, and if you are a group of young guys especially, you might want to check out the new and improved and redesigned Cajun Club exotic dancing venue in Houlton, as only Wisconsin can do it, right across from Stillwater, Minn.
— A little off the beaten path is the Beach Bar in Lakeland, which offered earlier on Saturday a local favorite group that produces a different musical twist, as they are brash with their brass, The Band Habit band. Check them regularly at any number of River Falls locations.
— And let us not forget The Smilin’ Moose, which on Friday night switched up and went with the band Smokescreen — and their talent and availability is certainly no smokescreen — after hosting a regular country act, Tim Sigler, the Friday before. Sigler also is on every Thursday for country night at Ziggy’s, so go see him with your boots on.
— And another ode to the tried and true, despite their name, The Strangers were on stage on Friday at the Willow River Saloon in Burkhardt, followed by Blue Moon on Saturday. They play often at The Willow, not just once in a blue moon, so you can catch them again soon.
— Meanwhile close to Houlton, Big Guys BBQ Roadhouse, which has been host to multiple bands most weekends, opted out this time, at least according to their sign, which only touted a new menu to visitors.

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