GUANTANAMO BAYWATCH, JR. MEMBER, YOUTHBITCH
(Club 21, 2035 NE Glisan) Read our article on Guantanamo Baywatch.
LOUDON WAINWRIGHT III, THE OLIVE GROVE
(Aladdin Theater, 3017 SE Milwaukie) Loudon Wainwright III is the singer/songwriter/humorist/actor with a soft spot for freakishly talented musical brunettes (his marriage to Kate McGarrigle produced Rufus and Martha Wainwright, his later relationship with Suzzy Roche produced Lucy Wainwright Roche) and a family tradition of hashing out family shit in song. Proud pop Loudon celebrated his baby son's breastfeeding with "Rufus Is a Tit Man"; years later he paid tribute to his soon-to-be-departed mother with the fearlessly emotional "White Winos." Meanwhile, daughter Martha Wainwright's song about her dad is titled "Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole." Tonight Loudon Wainwright III takes the stage for a set that'll likely blend tracks from his 2012 release Older Than My Old Man Now with older songs from all over tarnation. DAVID SCHMADER Also see My, What a Busy Week!
SCOTT WALKER TRIBUTE: MATTRESS, GHOST ANIMAL, WL, ...WORMS, DJ COMEDIENNE
(Holocene, 1001 SE Morrison) The current governor of Wisconsin has done a lot of unpleasant things in just a year and a half, not the least of which has been to give a dickish connotation to the name Scott Walker. That's too bad, because the OG Scott Walker is one of the great all-time vocalists/songwriters/bass players. He's known as much for his heartthrobby baritone as for his eccentricities and the many turns his career has taken: from the oldies radio staple "The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine Anymore" to his production of Pulp's We Love Life, and his resurgence in popularity following the 2006 documentary Scott Walker: 30 Century Man. The showcase takes its name from the final album of his sometime band the Walker Brothers, but anything from his oeuvre is up for grabs. Except, I'm assuming, his strange, misguided country phase? REBECCA WILSON
AVENGERS, PANSY DIVISION, MORAL CRUX, THERAPISTS
(Dante's 1, SW 3rd) The bookers at Dante's should be commended for conveniently slotting seminal San Francisco punk band Avengers during the maelstrom that is The Avengers' Hollywood-blockbuster summer. But puzzled Marvel nerds may be in for a surprise if they neglect the fine print; tonight's show is a time capsule of old-school punk, featuring poppy queercore pioneers Pansy Division. It's been a long time since the group was thrust into the faces of mainstream America on Green Day's Dookie tour in 1994, but Pansy Division's legion of man-lovin' loyalists hasn't waned a bit. With sporadic releases dotting the last decade of their trailblazing career, and as subjects of the 2009 documentary film Pansy Division: Life in a Gay Rock Band, their elder statesmen status almost makes you forget they wrote "He Whipped My Ass in Tennis (Then I Fucked His Ass in Bed)." Tonight, you'll remember. RYAN J. PRADO
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