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The circus free-improv sextet Beat Science finish their June residency at the Lizard Lounge with a bang when they bring in the quintessential Lower Manhattan eclectic guitarist. Marc Ribot, who's played with the Lounge Lizards and his own Rootless Cosmopolitans as well as Tom Waits (Rain Dogs) and Elvis Costello, can essay fractured, Monk-like takes on American Songbook standards or veer off into exuberant Cuban dance music à la his Cubanos Postizos. The Lizard Lounge is at 1667 Massachusetts Avenue in Cambridge; sets start at 8:30 and 11, and tickets are $10 in advance or $12 at the door. Call (617) 547-0759.


Nothing suits the current electro-tek revival better than a good ol' fashioned cross-town DJ battle, which is what we've got on our hands this week. Tonight (Thursday, June 26) at T.T. the Bear's Place, Electroclash mastermind Larry Tee spins hits from his new double-disc mix CD while his latest act, the slutty white-trash synth-pop trio W.I.T., revive the Arthur Baker sound for mallrats. That's at 10 Brookline Street in Cambridge; call (617) 492-BEAR. Meanwhile, in JP, the reigning queen of Montreal electro, DJ Mini, takes the decks at the Milky Way, 405 Centre Street (617-524-3740). And on Friday, Mini spins at Ecko Lounge, 41 Essex Street in Chinatown, as part of a CD-release for Nettwerk's new Electro Kills: This Is Just a Fad compilation; call (617) 338-8283.


It's an odd distinction, but to the best of our knowledge, Chas Fagan is the first artist to have painted all 42 American presidents. The complete set, "American Presidents: Life Portraits," which was commissioned by C-SPAN a few years back, moves into the Boston Public Library today, where it'll be in residence through August. The BPL is at 700 Boylston Street in Copley Square; call (617) 536-5400.

In November 2002, MTV released its MTV Photobooth, a compendium of the pictures that resulted from the parade of celebrities, from Britney to Ozzy, who had paraded through the Total Request Live studios and made the requisite stop at TRL's in-house photobooth. Less remarked upon was a book published just a month earlier: Photobooth (Princeton Architectural Press), a collection of 700 anonymous pictures taken in photobooths over the span of 75 years and subsequently collected -- from junk shops where possible, from trash cans where necessary -- by Babbette Hines, a self-described archivist of "vernacular photography." The photobooth, it turns out, was invented in 1925 by a Siberian immigrant named Anatol Josepho; 20 years later, there were 30,000 of them in the US. They began to die out in the '60s with the rise of Polaroid's instant cameras. But in between, as shown by Hines's collection, which goes on view today at the Griffin Museum of Photography in Winchester, the photobooth served as an intimate sanctuary, producing a steady stream of "uninhibited, often goofy and occasionally touching" images. (Postmodernists will also appreciate the concept of photography without a photographer.) Hines's "Photobooth" exhibit -- which, of course, includes a functioning photobooth, and you're encouraged to use it -- is up through September 12. The Griffin is at 67 Shore Road in Winchester; call (781) 729-1158.


The Boston Center for the Arts has a 7500-gallon tank on hand for this weekend's wet-and-wild visit from Vietnam's Saigon Water Puppets, a fully staged production (which travels with its own musical troupe) of a traditional dramatic artform that dates back to at least the 12th century. They'll perform tonight through Sunday at 10:30 a.m. and 1:30 p.m., with 8 p.m. shows tonight through Saturday and 4 p.m. shows Friday through Sunday, at the BCA's Cyclorama, 539 Tremont Street in the South End. Tickets are $15, or $20 for the evening shows; call (617) 876-4275.

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Plowing headlong into the 21st century, Iggy Pop not only reunited the surviving members of the Stooges for a couple of songs on his forthcoming (as yet untitled) album, he also teamed up with Green Day and Sum-41. Proving -- as if anyone needed proof -- that at the sprite young age of 55, he's still wired enough to run with the kids. On Friday, Mr. Osterberg provides the fun, and we hope a run-through of "No Fun," at the Boston Phoenix/FNX Best Music Poll Party, with help from the electro/synth-pop spectacle Fischerspooner, jerky new-wave kids Hot Hot Heat, and NYC neo-garage stars the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. That's at 6 p.m. at FleetBoston Pavilion, on Northern Avenue, and tickets are $25 and $35; call (617) 931-2000.


Women take charge in this week's releases, most notably in Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle; Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore, and Lucy Liu return as the high-kicking crime fighters, this time teamed with Bernie Mac and Demi Moore. More challenging even than the return of Demi is the plague of killer zombies that's unleashed in Trainspotting director Danny Boyle's 28 Days Later; Naomie Harris heads up a pocket of survivors. Women had it no easier back in the 16th century when the title Thai queen of The Legend of Suriyothai battled to save her country. Current Thai prince Chatri Chalerm Yukol directs the epic. Less spectacular, perhaps, but equally stressful are the problems besetting the heroine in Abbas Kiarostami's Ten, a Tehran woman who tries to resolve her problems with society and her family while ferrying passengers around in her car; it's at the Museum of Fine Arts. Things don't get any easier for our heroines when men meddle in their lives -- witness Danièle Thompson's Décalage horaire/Jet Lag, in which Jean Reno and Juliette Binoche play a pair of mismatched lovers who meet by chance at Charles de Gaulle Airport, and Thaddeus O'Sullivan's The Heart of Me, an adaptation of Rosamond Lehmann's 1953 novel The Echoing Grove about a love triangle among uptight Londoners set in the '30s and '40s. When the women are away, all the guys seem to want to do is put together a heist, as is the case in Jean-Pierre Melville's Le cercle rouge (1970), a film noir with Alain Delon and Yves Montand that plays all week at the Brattle, and The Hard Word, an Australian caper movie starring Guy Pearce and directed by Scott Roberts. It's either heists or watch movies, as is the case with the poor obsessed geeks in Angela Christlieb & Stephen Kijak's Cinemania, a documentary about compulsive movie fans that's playing at the Coolidge Corner.


Ever wonder what a Carousel or Urinetown looks like in embryo? This weekend's your chance to find out -- and check out composer Ricky Ian Gordon, whose musical My Life with Albertine, written with Richard Nelson and based on Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu (proving you can turn about anything into a musical), recently premiered Off Broadway. Gordon will be guest artist at the fifth annual Birth of a Musical Festival, which got started two weekends ago at North Shore Music Theatre and now moves into town. Tonight at 7, Greg Smucker directs a reading of act three of Tim Banker & David Reiffel's The Lady from Maxim's, which is based on one of Feydeau's classically naughty French farces. On Saturday there's a Q&A with Gordon at noon; at 2 p.m., Janet Morrison directs an excerpt from Rachel Peters's Public Domain, which is "culled from real people and events on the Red Line"; and at 7 p.m., the festival presents An Evening with Ricky Ian Gordon, a program of music by the composer. That's followed at 9:15 p.m. by a gala reception with festival librettists, lyricists, composers, and casts. Things wind down Sunday afternoon at 2 when Paul Daigneault, hot off Bat Boy: The Musical, directs part of Tajlei Levis & John Mercurio's A Time To Be Born, which is based on one of the martini-steeped novels of Dawn Powell and set in NYC in the 1940s. All events are at Suffolk's C. Walsh and Studio theaters, 55 Temple Street. Call (617) 573-8680.


The jam-band scenesters at Harpers Ferry get a lesson in fundamentals when New Orleans's Rebirth Brass Band stops by for a two-day stint. This outfit has sustained its mix of free-form collective improv and element second-line rhythms for 20 years. That's at Harpers Ferry, 158 Brighton Avenue in Allston. Cal (617) 254-9743.


Visionary jazzman William Parker returns to the ICA as part of its current exhibit, "Pulse: Art, Healing, and Transformation." Bassist Parker will premiere a new multimedia work incorporating dance, video, poetry, and music; he'll be joined by dancer Patricia Nicholson-Parker, saxophonist Rob Brown, and tabla player Samir Chatterjee. That's at 955 Commonwealth Avenue at 8 p.m., and tickets are $16, or $12 for students; call (617) 354-6898.


The acclaimed Ecuadorian contemporary-dance troupe Frente de Danza Independiente arrives for a weekend of performances at the Cambridge Multicultural Arts Center, with a guest appearance by photographer Sylvia Stagg-Giuliano and a work-in-progress from the local troupe Prometheus Dance. That's tonight and Saturday at 8 p.m. and Sunday at 6 p.m. at CMAC, 41 Second Street. Tickets are $20; call (617) 577-1400.


The Children's Museum unveils its latest exhibit, an interactive bonanza developed in collaboration with the Boston Symphony Orchestra titled "Making America's Music: Rhythm Roots and Rhyme." Through next May, your pint-sized prodigy can conduct a virtual-reality version of the Pops, karaoke to jazz, practice digital sampling in a loop studio, board a country-music tour bus, or boogie down at an American Bandstand-style high-school dance party. The Children's Museum is at 300 Congress Street; call (617) 426-8855.


Bluesman Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown is always worth seeing: he's equally adept on guitar and fiddle, and his own brand of Texas swing includes blues, Cajun, jazz, country, R&B, and whatever else he can think of. Somehow he makes it all work, and he's never less than vastly entertaining. Tonight Gatemouth and his band are at the Regattabar in the Charles Hotel, 1 Bennett Street in Harvard Square; call (617) 876-7777.

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Billy Beard is a drummer by trade (for Patty Griffin and Kim Richey, among others), so it makes sense that the Porter Square watering hole Toad, which he signed on to book for "three or four months" a decade ago, marches to a different beat. There might not be a smaller room in town that books bands seven nights a week (without a cover, at that), and its musical fare outweighs its closet-sized stage. Toad is a living link between the rootsy power pop of the old Del Fuegos scene and, well, the rootsy power pop of modern-day bands like Maybe Baby and the Twinemen, though it also happens to be where Tracy Bonham was playing when she signed to Island. The club celebrates its 10th anniversary this week, and tonight it'll play host to a 12-hour-plus marathon including sets by Meaghan Toohey's the So and So's, Rick Berlin, the Heygoods, the Family Jewels, and Todd Thibaud. Toad is at 1912 Massachusetts Avenue in Porter Square; the hoot starts at 1 p.m. and runs past midnight. Call (617) 497-4950.


It's a match that could be made only in JP: two of Boston's most original nightlife institutions are trading spaces today in a stunt for the ages. Punk Rock Aerobics queens Maura Jasper and Hilken Mancini, just back from taking PRA to British audiences at the skate-punk Game On festival, get their cross-dress on as guest hosts of tonight's one-year-anniversary edition of Glitter Switch Drag Karaoke -- a sing-along night aimed at drag kings and gender benders of all stripes. Meanwhile, Glitter Switch host Heywood Wakefield -- the fortysomething-suburban-dad persona that Switch founder Aliza Shapiro adopts when she's a man, baby -- takes over the reins (and the tunes) for PRA's afternoon workout. Lord help us. The Aerobics class goes down at 2 p.m. at the Middle East, 480 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square. Admission is $7; call (617) 864-EAST. Glitter Switch gets going at 7:30 p.m. at Hollywood, 41 Essex Street in Chinatown; call (617) 417-0186.


Next week they'll tow her out into the harbor again, but today the USS Constitution gets her buccaneer on thanks to a new exhibit, "The Barbary War: Piracy, Politics, and Power," commemorating the time back in the late 1790s when the Navy opened a can of whup-ass on the Algerian corsairs who were dogging American merchants. Pirates are so punk rock. The exhibit will be up for about five years, so you'll have plenty of opportunities to enjoy it. The USS Constitution Museum is located in the Charlestown Navy Yard, right across from Old Ironsides herself; call (617) 426-1812.

She's not quite so grand as the Constitution, but a bunch of punks have rented a booze-cruise banana boat for the evening and christened it, for the evening at least, the USS Dancelantic. The on-board protocol calls for beach gear and pirate costumes (see?), with music provided by a pair of DJs spinning the post-punk and art funk that are so popular with today's hipsters, as well as a live set by laptop indie-pop heroes Certainly, Sir. The boat leaves at 10:30 p.m. from 60 Rowes Wharf, and tickets are $25; for more information, visit


Wanna hear Bruce Willis sing the blues? Neither do we, but he's gonna do it anyway, tonight at 6 at Avalon, 15 Lansdowne Street. Tickets are $25.25; call (617) 423-NEXT.

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Back in 1970, Phil Ochs proclaimed that the only hope for revolution in America was for Elvis Presley to become Che Guevara -- and then Phil hopped on stage in a Nudie jumpsuit to sing his protest-folk ballads mixed with the King's Vegas-era standards. Thirty-odd years later, the laptop-rocking glitch-hop MC known as Gold Chains mixes Marxist critiques of capitalist schemes with celebrations of such booty-jam staples as champagne, cocaine, sluts, and designer floss. Or as he puts it on one of his "emo-tek-rap-punk" party jams, "I'll blind you with my tits and ass/but I don't need a lot of cash." Hate the game, not the player, yo. If that doesn't get your moneymaker shaking, you should know that GC also does a mindwarping electro-goth cover of Samhain's "Human Pony Girl." He's at T.T. the Bear's Place, 10 Brookline Street in Central Square; call (617) 492-BEAR.


You guys remember G.G. Allin, right? Big fat suicidal misanthropic hardcore idiot, sang about rape, torture, and sodomy, liked to eat his own feces, baaaad junkie, at one time might've been the most hated clown in all of punk rock? No? Well, don't worry about it -- he's been dead for 10 years. But G.G.'s brother Merle is commemorating the occasion by re-forming G.G.'s last band, the Murder Junkies, to rehash bad times. Taking the role of G.G. is Jeff Clayton of North Carolina gutter punks Antiseen; he first played the part on the tour the Junkies did to promote their final album after G.G. OD'd in '93. Also on board are G.G.'s first band, the Jabbers -- who may yet remind us that back in the early '80s, before he invented his "scumfuc" shtick, G.G. wrote a couple of great new-wave songs (see "Don't Talk to Me"). Both bands are playing the Middle East, 480 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square, this afternoon at 1 and then making a mad dash for the Met Café, 130 Union Street in Providence, where they'll play again at 9. Call (617) 864-EAST, or (401) 861-2142.

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In her pug-nosed Disney heyday, Hayley Mills got stuck with Pollyanna types long after she should have been allowed to graduate. But this summer, she headlines a production of the 1966 Frederick Knott thriller Wait Until Dark, playing the gutsy blind woman who's terrorized in her Greenwich Village apartment by a trio of crazed thugs looking for a doll full of drugs. Lee Remick and Robert Duvall starred in the original Broadway staging; Audrey Hepburn was nominated for an Oscar for the 1967 movie. Mills approximates scrambling sightlessness at the Cape Playhouse in Dennis, where Wait Until Dark opens tonight and continues through July 12. Tickets are $25 to $45; call (508) 385-3911, and see our "Theater" column, on page 8.


Over the past 20 years, no one has done more to chronicle the Boston singer-songwriter scene -- as well as its larger national and international context -- than Boston Globe contributor (and folk singer-songwriter himself) Scott Alarik. Now Alarik has collected his writings, from the Globe and elsewhere, in the handsome new paperback Deep Community: Adventures in the Modern Folk Underground (Black Wolf Press). Celebrating the book at -- where else? -- Club Passim will be Alarik and fellow folkies Ellis Paul, Vance Gilbert, Robbie O'Connell, Áine Minogue, Aoife O'Donovan, and the requisite "surprise guests." That's at 47 Palmer Street in Harvard Square; call (617) 492-7679.

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A band's first gig after winning the Rumble is typically a charged affair -- fresh buzz, boundless optimism, prize money. And this year the Dresden Dolls don't even have to worry about the Rumble's infamous downside, since during their appearance in the final they beat the Curse over the head with a 'Til Tuesday album. Which means that tonight's show will be a welcome victory lap by an outfit that ranks as one of Boston's least conventional and most exciting: a darkly theatrical piano duo, with band accompaniment, who take as many cues from Brechtian cabaret as from art punk. And just in case you thought they were the only ones who had the idea, they've invited along New Jersey's World/Inferno Friendship Society, a vaudevillean big band who sound like a cross between the Misfits and Kurt Weill, and the Bay Area prog-rock/performance-art group Sleepytime Gorilla Museum. Go down and out with the Dolls tonight at the Middle East, 480 Massachusetts Avenue in Central Square. Tickets are $10; call (617) 864-EAST.


Boston indie-poppers the Sheila Divine were one of the few bands in town with serious headlining capability (in their heyday they were able to pack venues as large as Avalon without anything resembling a record deal), and their songs seemed especially suited to modern-rock radio: they shoulda been the band sandwiched between Jimmy Eat World and Coldplay. Now frontman Aaron Perrino has struck out on his own, and perhaps it's not surprising that his new material -- recorded with producer Jack "Drag" Dragonetti under the moniker Dear Leader -- has taken a turn for the darker and colder. (Hmmm . . . Colderplay?) Perrino unveils the new band this month with a Tuesday-night residency at the Lizard Lounge; tonight's kickoff also serves as the release party for Dear Leader's debut seven-inch, "My Life As a Wrestler." By the end of the residency he'll also have an EP, War Chords (both Lunch). The Lizard is at 1667 Massachusetts Avenue in Cambridge, and admission is $5; call (617) 547-1228.


Today marks the official unveiling of the annual Boston Harborfest leading up to Independence Day, and the kickoff comes at noon on City Hall Plaza featuring appearances by Mayor Menino and . . . the Allstonians? We didn't know they were still active, but if they're still playing their mid-'90s Harvard-Ave-and-beyond ska-punk classic "B Train to Allston," we'll be there. It's free; call (617) 227-1886. Also today, Keith Lockhart warms up the Boston Pops with "An American Salute" at Symphony Hall, 301 Massachusetts Avenue in Boston, at 8 p.m.; tickets are $18 to $67. The Pops' freebies at the Hatch Shell on the Charles River Esplanade commence on Thursday at 8; call (617) 266-1200.


If the lines to The Hulk seem too daunting or you just can't see paying nine bucks to watch a comic book get made into a movie, you might be interested in this free screening of Sam Raimi's Spider-Man (2002) -- wow, already? -- at the Boston Public Library. Tobey Maguire plays a nerdy high-schooler who develops extraordinary powers after a genetically enhanced mutant spider bites him. Willem Dafoe emotes as the deranged Green Goblin, and Kirsten Dunst gets rescued a lot. The BPL is at 700 Boylston Street in Copley Square, and the screening starts at 6 p.m.; call (617) 859-2217.

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Born in the smoky basement confines of Cambridge's Lizard Lounge, Club d'Elf tonight goes way uptown -- all the way to the Museum of Fine Arts for the MFA's summer Concerts in the Courtyard Series. Joining this "live dub-world-trance" group along with d'Elf main man Mike "Micro Vard" Rivard and drummer Erik Kerr will be guitarist Dave Tronzo (seen a couple of week's back at the Lizard with Steven Bernstein's Spanish Fly), percussionist Brahim Frigbane, and special guest John Medeski. Rivard and the hyperkinetic keyboardist from Medeski Martin & Wood are perfect counterparts, with one foot in Sun Ra outtaspace jazz music and the other in funk. So it should be quite a night. That's in the MFA's Calderwood Courtyard, 465 Huntington Avenue, at 7:30 p.m. Tickets are $24, or $20 for students; call (617) 369-3770.


As the Independence Day weekend approaches, filmland turns its attention to politics. Arnold Schwarzenegger begins his unofficial California gubernatorial campaign with the release of Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines; in what may be a preview of extravagant campaign promises, he's back as the lethal cyborg from the future determined to save the savior of mankind from the machine empire. Nick Stahl, Kristanna Loken, and Claire Danes also star; Jonathan Mostow (U-571) directs. A more liberal political position is taken in Legally Blonde 2: Red, White & Blonde, where Reese Witherspoon's perky-in-pink spitfire, now armed with a law degree, heads to Washington to fight for animal rights. Bob Newhart and Luke Wilson help out; Charles Herman-Wurmfeld (Kissing Jessica Stein) directs. We don't know whether Brad Pitt and Catherine Zeta-Jones have political aspirations, but they do get to speak out in the DreamWorks animated adventure Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, where the familiar tale of the Arabian Nights sailor gets juiced up with some Greek mythology. And the politics are all sexual in François Ozon's Swimming Pool as an elegant mystery writer tangles with her publisher's horny teenage daughter at a country retreat.

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What possible common ground could Smokey Hormel, the eclectic guitarist behind latter-day Beck and Tom Waits discs, find with Miho Satori, the singer for the Japanese cut-and-paste pop duo Cibo Matto? Would you believe . . . Brazilian jazz from the '60s? Well, it figures, sort of: bossa nova has been creeping into Beck's work since Mutations, and the tropicália of Os Mutantes is a natural touchstone for Cibo's deconstructions. Brought together by a shared love of the Brazilian guitarist and composer Baden Powell, Smokey & Miho took shape last year as a sultry jazz duo, and they'll make their local debut tonight at T.T. the Bear's Place, 10 Brookline Street in Central Square; call (617) 492-BEAR.


Call CJ Chenier the official keeper of the flame, since his daddy, Clifton Chenier, pretty much invented zydeco -- that mix of Louisiana Creole accordion dance music and contemporary R&B -- back in the '50s. Tonight CJ makes one of his regular visits to Johnny D's, 17 Holland Street in Somerville's Davis Square; call (617) 776-2004.


Americans have a rosy concept of childhood, to judge from the vapid movies made for and about them by Hollywood. The French have a darker point of view, as can be seen in today's Harvard Film Archive pairing of Gallic masterpieces about innocence and war. In René Clément's 1952 Jeux interdits/Forbidden Games, six-year-old Brigitte Fossey plays a young girl orphaned during the Nazi invasion who devises her own private rituals to cope with the death and destruction. It screens at 7 p.m. Somewhat older and less innocent is Pierre Blaise as the teenage protagonist of Louis Malle's 1973 Lacombe Lucien; rebuffed by the Resistance, he starts collaborating with the Nazis. That one's at 9 p.m. The HFA is in the Carpenter Center, 24 Quincy Street in Harvard Square; call (617) 495-4700.
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