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Who needs pub crawls? We got the better part of a week’s worth of karaoke, in their form of the crawl, as its back to back and more, starting with The Bungalow and T-Buckets, as you move northward. But Meatloaf has gone south, though heavenward as was his wish in Paradise by the Dashboard Light, and for more on that see Notes From The Beat. We will miss you and your local presence!

You can call it the (extended) karaoke crawl. And as far as an extension, of arm reach, see the last paragraph of this post for a related entertainment option, newly added.
Imagine being able to win, (if only a moral victory for you and your fans in a pandemic), at karaoke on Friday night, then follow it up with a victory that even includes great prizes the next night also, for a several more weeks running before the finals up north, the march is on.
You can do both parts of this dual vocal “championship,” starting at the Bungalow Inn in Lakeland on Fridays, and T-Buckets on the way to Somerset on Saturdays, bringing in both ends of the St. Croix Valley. The latter has killer prizes, and as far as the former, we are all anxiously anticipating the return of the actual and more official Bungalow Idol, once the virus is vanquished. But you can still strut your vocal stuff every Friday. (Disclaimer: Actual Idol is on hiatus for the moment, but good things come to those who wait).
Both nights are known for their long-honed, (although not necessarily long-haired) knowledgeable karaoke deejays, both in music and entertaining a crowd themselves, often with their own vocals to warm up the crowd, in annual competitions that see everything from Sinatra (many crooners) to hair band ballads (not as numerous but dressing the part), and all the country, rock and pop in-between.
The Bungalow features one of the biggest dance floors you will find to accompany karaoke, and people get out there and strut their stuff physically as well as vocally, and the draw for T-Buckets is the most enthusiastic group of sorta groupies that you will ever encounter. A really hot babe will be all over the likes of someone like you, living in the moment, and adding to the appeal on all fronts.
And rolling forward with the theme of the back-to-back-to-back opportunities, as per places along the route of the crawl, the Hudson Bowling Center has karaoke both Fridays and Saturdays every-other-weekend, and there is Jeff Loven at Dick’s Bar and Grill on Sunday nights at Dick’s Bar and Grill — he will bring you up to sing and even walk you through with advice to make your song sound even better — and then more karaoke at the Village Inn, as a newbie, on Monday nights, so that adds up to several nights running.

Ultimate Fighting is back at Buffalo Wild Wings on Saturday, and we think the undefeated though underdog might pull it out, before the usual packed house. Why? From a wordsmith, his name is Gane, and we thus think he has game. Is his first name Gabe? Gates as says the local ad are at 10 p.m. or 7 p.m., depending what coast you are on. (Shouldn’t they list central time, too?)

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