Calendar: August 22-28

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The Naked Bike Ride goes off at an undisclosed location this Saturday.

Photo by Jeff Fusco

Wed., August 22
Turkish BBQ Cuisine and Culture
Greek philosopher Epicurus once said: “We should look for someone to eat and drink with before looking for something to eat and drink; for dining alone is leading the life of a lion or wolf.” He’s not knockin’ your weekly solo pizza binges or sink-crouching leftover sessions. His advice is, rather, to celebrate food as a pillar of culture as much as a necessary sustenance. This event aims to educate people about the ethnocentricity surrounding world cuisines while indulging in the tastes and smells of its fare. Tonight, it’s a Turkish BBQ or “mangal,” the Armenian word for grill, consisting of grilled vegetables, shish kebab of meats and meatballs called köfte. -Abigail Bruley

6pm. Donations accepted. International House, 3701 Chestnut St. 215.387.5125.

Dark Star
For those who were underwhelmed by this summer’s “totally not an Alien prequel, even though it so is” Prometheus, you might be interested to know where the 1979 classic actually got its DNA from—a spotted beach ball with claws. Although Alien’s slimy phallus is immediately more threatening, co-writer Dan O’Bannon loosely reworked elements of the sci-fi masterpiece’s plot from his student film Dark Star, including the aforementioned gas-filled menace. Directed by John Carpenter (who would later make his own part of movie history with Halloween and The Thing), Dark Star is a goofy semi-parody of 2001 that was originally under an hour long, but later given a shoestring budget to pad out to feature length. Featuring Carpenter’s soundtrack (of synth-bleeps/country ballads) and cheap yet clever special effects, it tells the tale of the scout ship Dark Star, whose four-man crew get into all sorts of surreal hijinks, ultimately climaxing in an existentialist argument with a sentient bomb. -Bryan Bierman

8pm. Free. International House, 3701 Chestnut St. 215.387.5125.

Around the World in 80 Beers
World Cafe Live is hosting a beer tasting event with, well, you guessed it: Sample beers from around the world without leaving the comforts of your favorite city. Try Hitachino from Japan, Windhoek from Namibia, Evil Twin from Denmark, a few from Austria, Italy, and more are yet to be announced. Each region will feature light snacks, and the World Cafe’s full-service bar will be open if you want some local beers, wine or soda. There will also be a DJ spinning international music to get you in a worldly beer-tasting mood. You don’t drink? Designated driver tickets are available for $20. -Brenda Hillegas

7pm. $55. World Cafe Live, 3025 Walnut St.

Thurs., August 23

Brian Jonestown Massacre
If you’ve seen the explosive, award-winning 2004 indie-rock-doc Dig!, you probably have the image of Brian Jonestown Massacre frontman Anton Newcombe as a boozing, brawling, audience-baiting, dope-shooting, messianic madman seared into your brain. Word is Newcombe’s not quite as possessed by his demons these days, but that hasn’t made BJM’s craggy shoegaze-psychedelia any less potent or interesting, especially on the new Aufheben, which drives some smoldering jams down a motorik highway. Along for the ride in this latest Massacre incarnation are current and former members of Spacemen 3, Singapore Sling and Dead Skeleton; even co-founding guitarist Matt Hollywood—whose vicious onstage throwdown with Newcombe gave Dig! some added lunacy—is back in the fold. The band seems well past the point of fisticuffs and implosion, but there’s still enough drama in the grooves to keep you riveted. -Michael Alan Goldberg

9pm. $20. With Magic Castles. Union Transfer, 1026 Spring Garden St.

Fri., August 24
Secret Cinema: Vintage NYC Documentaries
If Woody Allen’s Manhattan has a conceptual flaw, it’s this: That’s not late-’70s Manhattan. Rather than a Gershwin-backed metropolis where “it’s difficult to live ... without a big income,” N.Y.C. of 30-plus years ago was a fetid, crime-plagued cesspool where dubious outsiders—artists, junkies, both—could score cheap rent without dwelling below Houston Street. It’s the New York as seen in this Secret Cinema program’s two archaic docs. First, George Plimpton’s New York finds the journo trying to defend its honor in 1979—soon after a fiscal crisis and “the Summer of Sam”—via stops at an empty Yankee Stadium, a crumbling Ellis Island and Jimmy Breslin. Only One New York, from 1964, finds French ethnographic filmmaker Pierre-Dominique Gaisseau descending upon the town to make, as per the recently late Judith Crist, “the kind of love poem that only a non-New Yorker could have composed, a beautiful fresh-eyed movie that only a master documentarian could have made.” -Matt Prigge

7pm. $5-$9. International House, 3701 Chestnut St. 215.387.5125.

Sat., August 25
Dr.Sketchy’s Philly presents Girl~esque
Do you like cackling with drag queens, guzzling cocktails and drawing pictures of tattooed, barely clothed hotties life-modeling for your pleasure? Then you need Dr. Sketchy in your world. This anti-art school has spread to hundreds of cities across the world with a simple curriculum of “dames, drinking and drawing”. No prior experience is needed—whatever your skill level, every Dr. Sketchy’s artist shares the universal designation of “Art Monkey.” Your filthy hosts will guide you through a night of drinking games, skits, onstage go-go dancing and drawing sexy people with no clothes on. Just bring your own art materials, or buy whatever you need—at a discount—from the art-supply store serving as the venue. -Tom Cowell

6pm. $12. Blick Art Materials, 1330 Chestnut St.

Philly Naked Bike Ride
Dicks and derailleurs. Vulvas and valve stems. Painted breasts and pedals. Hairy asses and sweaty vajays stuck to banana seats. Yes, you’ll probably see all of that during today’s Philly Naked Bike Ride—an annual summer tradition like no other ‘round these parts. But you know what else you’ll see? Freedom, that’s what! Freedom from the tyranny of clothing, from our crippling dependence on foreign oil and from our reliance on the machines that choke our environment. If the Founding Fathers were alive right now, no doubt they’d be strapping on helmets, pumping up their tires and letting their junk sway in the breeze, all in the name of freedom. Of course, not everyone in town may see it that way, so specifics of today’s ride are still kinda on the down-low: Go to for the latest details. -Michael Alan Goldberg

TBA location.

Normal Love
While police were busting Lenny Bruce at Café Au Go Go, the fuzz were also descending upon underground filmmaker/performance artist Jack Smith’s Flaming Creatures (1963), a dreamy, 43-minute wallow amongst transvestites, hermaphrodites and drag queens. For his follow-up, and only other full-length work, Smith went bigger, if not badder. Running a more traditional two hours and in color, Normal Love, made between 1963 and 1965, settles for a slightly better behaved bunch: a group of monsters—a horny mummy, Warhol Superstar Mario Montez’s milk-bathing mermaid, Tiny Tim with an unreliable fake honker—cavorting about an Edenic wonderland, i.e., Connecticut. If less shocking than Creatures, Love (originally titled The Great Pastry Triumph) is an equal provocation, at least when it comes to plotlessness at extreme length. Indeed, multiple sources have it that, in its infancy, Smith would edit the film as the reels were in the projector. -M.P.

7pm. $7-$9. International House, 3701 Chestnut St. 215.387.5125.

If the Random parties had a slogan, it might be “less nonsense, more awesome.” Random is about throwing good-time dance parties, free from the any specific genre, label or pretentiousness of any stripe. This week’s theme is PUTS—“Party Under the Stairs”—capturing the mischief of those epic basement parties from your adolescence. Music from MC Elixir and guests will focus on ‘90s and early 2K jams, mixed in with new stuff. Clothing sponsors Crumbled Thoughts will also be on hand selling their delightfully bizarre graphic tees, without which no teen throwback would be complete. No dress code, no attitude—just no making out in your parents’ room, bro. -T.C.

10pm. $5. Underground Arts, 1200 Callowhill St.

Bravissimo Burlesque
For the latest installment of their monthly revue mixing bawdy humor and sensual tease, Lil’ Steph and Miss Rose have booked acts sure to appeal to connoisseurs and first-time viewers alike. Overseeing the evening’s festivities is the Notorious OMG, a well-known woman-about-town. The self-described genderfuck queen’s witty banter enlivens every show she hosts. A special treat is seeing how the organizers, both veterans of the local scene, will tantalize audiences with new routines of their own. The duo has also graciously invited two of Manhattan’s striptease sirens to the City of Brotherly Love: Calamity Chang and Minx Arcana. Best of all, the fun doesn’t stop when the curtain lowers; the impresarios encourage folks to stick around and enjoy a libation with the artists. -Raymond Simon

11pm. $10. WineO, 447 Poplar St. 215.925.0999.

Sun., August 26 
Philly Feminist Zine Fest
This educational and empowering gathering of local feminist zinesters, artists and crafters features more than 20 vendors selling art, mini-zines, buttons and vegan treats. There will be free and confidential HIV testing, raffles and several workshops throughout the day. At 2 p.m., the Soapbox, “Philadelphia’s Independent Publishing Center,” will show guests how to create mini-books, a maze book and a book that resembles a house. At 3 p.m., N.Y.C.-based feminist collective, For the Birds will help you explore writing as a tool for processing painful experiences. The event benefits Project Safe, an all-volunteer grassroots org that provides advocacy, education and support services to sex workers in Philly. -Nicole Finkbiner

Noon. William Way Community Center, 1315 Spruce St. 215.732.2220.

Dead Can Dance
Back in 2005, when Dead Can Dance briefly reunited to tour the U.S. seven years after splitting up, vocalist Lisa Gerrard compared her long, oft-contentious creative partnership with DCD singer Brendan Perry to birthing a child. “When you’re going through it, it’s quite painful. But afterwards, when you think about having the beautiful baby in your arms, you don’t remember the pain,” she says. After another seven years, the gothiterranean duo has returned with a new creation: Anastasis, their first studio album since 1996. It’s lovely and mysterious, offering no hints of discord. Like always, Gerrard’s ethereal contralto and Perry’s corporeal croon complement each other nicely, and the exotic, richly textured tunes simultaneously evoke Moroccan opium dens, vampiric Renaissance Faires and haunted Byzantine cathedrals. If it’s even half as gorgeous when brought to the stage during their first tour since ‘05, their pain is our gain.- M.A.G.

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