Calendar: August 15-21

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Perry Farrell plays with Jane's Addiction this week at the Mann Center.

Photo by Brian Birzer

Wednesday, August 15   

Jane’s Addiction
Singer Perry Farrell was caught stealin’. Once. When he was 5. Guitarist Dave Navarro shot heroin inside the Playboy Mansion. He married Carmen Electra. All of these things can rightly be considered “Things Assholes Do,” but the two records these two produced together in the late ‘80s/early ‘90s—Nothing’s Shocking, Ritual de lo Habitual—can put anyone in a forgiving mood after a few listens, such sexy, shimmering jewels of acid-soaked Los Angeles psyche punk they were. The rumbling opening bass line of “Mountain Song,” the now-classic acoustic chords and steel drums of “Jane Says”—this is a rare band that can both kick your ass and show its vulnerability at the same time. So you’ll also have to forgive them for reuniting. Again. Now that Farrell is closing in on 55. What was that line in “Mountain Song” again? Ah, yes: “Cash in now, honey.” -Brian McManus

8:30pm. $29-$55. The Mann Center, 5201 Parkside Ave. 215.893.1999.

With her creamy, cocoa-colored complexion and absurdly photogenic good looks, Bay Area indie-soul vocalist Goapele is beautiful to the point where she could make the most sought-after supermodel feel ugly about herself. But instead of being another songstress who coasts on her insatiable sex appeal (Katy Perry, we’re looking in your direction!), Goapele wants to make sure people recognize her for her often scintillating, usually hellacious vocals. This may explain why she didn’t release her latest album, last year’s Break of Dawn (her first LP since Change It All in 2005) until it was downright outstanding. (It is, by the way.) Considering that she will now make her motion-picture debut alongside Jordin Sparks, Cee Lo Green and the late Whitney Houston in the upcoming Sparkle remake (she also contributes a song on the soundtrack), Goapele seems secure enough to chill on proving her mettle as a musician and will finally put that gorgeous face of hers on the big screen where it belongs. -Craig D. Lindsey

8pm. With U. City. $22-$35. World Cafe Live, 3025 Walnut St. 215.222.1400.

Thursday, August 16     

Shoot the Piano Player
Early in François Truffaut’s homage to American gangster films, protagonist Charlie Koller turns to the prostitute sharing his bed and says, “This is how it’s done in the movies,” a signal that this isn’t a typical film noir. Charlie is a diminutive, timid man seeking refuge from a painful past by playing piano in a Parisian dive. The anti-hero, portrayed by Charles Aznavour, becomes entangled in the fallout from a heist gone bad, thanks to his brothers, two small-time hoodlums. Truffaut infuses the genre with a loopy exuberance. The gun-toting thugs are slapstick figures, there’s a bawdy vaudeville song, and men randomly discourse on the nature of womanhood. There’s even a 20-minute flashback, just for good measure. That it all works may be due to the setting: Rather than confine these losers indoors, Truffaut lets them stroll the streets of Paris and careen in cars down its boulevards. Charlie knows he’s going to crash; the audience gets to view the wreck. -Raymond Simon

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

Agent Orange
In the America of the late ‘70s, innumerable fleets of punk bands were sprouting throughout the nation, with a handful of locations becoming the most fertile of breeding grounds. Save for New York City, there was perhaps no bigger or more influential punk scene than in Southern California, one that spawned such legends as Black Flag, the Germs and surf-punk pioneers Agent Orange. Birthed in the affluent suburbs of Orange County, the trio of Mike Palm, Scott Miller and Steve Soto mixed the fast pace of pre-hardcore with the beach-baked guitar twang of Dick Dale and the Ventures. On the classic title track of their first (and best) release, 1979’s Bloodstains, the gang criticizes SoCal’s “rich girls, fine wine”-filled lifestyle, which not only struck a chord with their local peers, but perfectly soundtracked the then-burgeoning skateboard culture. After their 1981 full-length Living In Darkness, Agent Orange began a decades-long period of off-and-on inactivity, as well as many line-up changes; their current incarnation features frontman Palm as the sole original member. Bryan Bierman
8pm. $12-$15. With Combat Crisis. The Trocadero Balcony, 1003 Arch St. 215.922.6888.

Friday, August 17
Anthony Jeselnik
There aren’t too many speaking humans who can make a funny joke about a dead baby. There are even fewer who can do so with a wry delivery and evil grin. Enter Anthony Jeselnik: An unbelievably perverse comic with model good looks who writes concise, incredibly lean and impressively mean one liners that will make you wince through your laughs. Jeselnik’s persona—cocksure uber-asshole frat guy—works because his jokes are so perfectly crafted. He’s smart as hell, which makes the audience believe he’s earned every bit of his smarm. Few men mining for yuks can elicit the types of reactions he’s able to with such practiced cool and seemingly no effort. Jesnelik’s words are bombs. He doesn’t need to use many to kill. -B.Mc.

8pm. $23. Trocadero, 1003 Arch St. 215.922.6888.

Play Without Toys
So, you’ve read 50 Shades of Grey and now you’re hoping to spring some new moves on your partner. This enlightening class in rough sex play at the Sexploratorium could be your ticket to some kinky canoodling. Instructor Eric Pride will teach you “how to safely use punching, face slapping, abrasion, tickling, hair pulling and other bodily sensations” in a sexual context. Pride is a founding member of the Master/slave Development Center, and with his wife Lady Christie, runs a “structured lifestyle household” in New York City. We don’t 100 percent know what those words mean, but we’re pretty sure it means that Pride performs more hot kinky acts of filth before breakfast than you have throughout your life. -Tom Cowell

7pm. $15-$20. Sexploratorium, 620 S. Fifth St. 215.923.1398.

Martial Arts Mayhem
There are always diamonds hidden in the rough of cinema history, so credit the Alamo Drafthouse—the salty theater chain-turned-distributor—with unearthing Miami Connection, a delightfully under-sensical 1987 martial-arts extravaganza. Streets of Fire re-imagined with neither a budget nor acting chops, it pits coke-dealing biker ninjas against tae kwan do rocker college students, one of whom models his looks on John Oates. Exhumed Films—which has paired Connection with 1985’s L.A. Streetfighters, which boasts a similar premise and the same resilient director, Woo-sang Park—have touted this find as akin to such OTT obscurities as Raw Force and Lady Terminator. It never reaches their absurd heights, but it comes close, particularly whenever Korean star, writer, and casting director Y.K. Kim inventively mangles the English language. More important, you’ve likely never seen synth rock performances in which the band does highkicks. -Matt Prigge

8pm. $12-$15. International House, 3701 Chestnut St. 215.895.6528.

My Morning Jacket
They’ve come a long way from recording reverb-drenched southern psych-soul in abandoned Kentucky grain silos, and these days, My Morning Jacket play loose and free with just about any genre that strikes their fancy: Crazy Horse-style roots rockers, midnight soul creepers, electro-funkateers, prime purveyors of old school cosmic Americana, and all points inbetween. It’s this magpie tendency that tends to irritate their detractors—too southern fried and downright hairy for the hipsters, too damned hip for the spaced-out jam band set. But live, the band remain an epic proposition, a majestic, freewheeling convocation of ecstatic abandon, topped off by Jim James’ ethereal falsetto. They are, undisputedly, one of the great live heavyweight contenders out there right now. See them, and become a believer. -Neil Ferguson

7:30pm. $48.50-$29.50. With Band of Horses. Mann Center, 5201 Parkside Ave.

Saturday, August 18  

The Prince & Michael Experience
The music of Prince and Michael Jackson has managed to transcend time and cultural boundaries, inspiring fans and musicians across the globe for more than four decades. Now, during one rather epic party, the Blockley celebrates the two biggest pop icons of our generation, paying tribute to their most legendary tunes and moves. In addition to some general theme-dancing, fans of the Purple One and the King of Pop will have a chance to face off on the dance floor, as DJ Dave Paul mixes album cuts and rare tracks in addition to their greatest hits. To top it all off, you’ll even get to see the pop superstars up close—or, at least two people who look an awful lot like them. Professional celebrity impersonators Ed Hollins and Marcus Scott will travel from Chicago for the occasion. -Nicole Finkbiner

9pm. $10-$12. The Blockley, 3801 Chestnut St. 215.222.1234.

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