DIXIE CHICKS Punk-rock subversives of the year, no contest, even if Saddam's Angels did sell out to alt-country on their most recent CD, half of which rocked notwithstanding its overabundantly naked acoustica. No word on whether real-woman-with-curves Natalie will wear her "FUTK" shirt in this commie town, but it doesn't matter since she's got one of the greatest voices on the planet, and "Goodbye Earl" is a funnier capital-punishment song than "Beer for My Horses." Expect a dang good frisking. With Michelle Branch. FRIDAY AND SATURDAY AT 8, Madison Square Garden, 2 Penn Plaza, 212-307-7171; MONDAY AT 8, Nassau Coliseum, 1255 Hempstead Turnpike, Uniondale, Long Island, 516-794-9300. (Eddy)

DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS Magnetic chatterbox Patterson Hood and rig-rocker Mike Cooley have been airing their Southern identity crises for a while now—extolling GG Allin for springing their traps, then doubling back to pull Skynyrd from the wreck. Onstage, they're more eager than tight, but whether he's skewering George Wallace, laughing about Mom's trucker prince, gasping a final breath with Ronnie Van Zant, or shedding heathen salt (on the new Decoration Day), Hood's the Tom T. Hall of country-fried Gen X regret. With Immortal Lee County Killers. Also: Blackcowboy on Thursday. WEDNESDAY AT 9, Maxwell's, 1039 Washington Street, Hoboken, New Jersey, 201-653-1703; THURSDAY AT 8:30, Bowery Ballroom, 6 Delancey Street, 212-533-2111. (Sinagra)

CÉSARIA ÉVORA+LILA DOWNS Each of these fabulous earth mothers drops bittersweet post-colonial science. Évora, Cape Verde's "barefoot diva," croons downbeat, minor-key, Kriolu-language "mornas" (a duende-imbued Afro-fado, you could say) accompanied by guitars, violin, accordion, and clarinet in arrangements that smack of West African cabaret. Downs, a Mixtec American Frida Kahlo look-alike, devotes her luscious pipes to border dilemmas, such as how to cross them and survive, and indigenous matters of the universal spirit. WEDNESDAY AT 8, Beacon Theater, 2124 Broadway, 212-307-7171. (Gehr)

Rika Okamoto performing in Suspended Women as part of The Jacob's Pillow Dance Festival (see dance).
photo: Bill Biggart
Rika Okamoto performing in Suspended Women as part of The Jacob's Pillow Dance Festival (see dance).

FOUNTAINS OF WAYNE+JESSE MALIN+AMY CORREIA Local rockers with song sense, Adam Schlesinger and Chris Collingwood pass themselves off as hook machines by releasing a new album (like this month's Welcome Interstate Managers) only when they've accrued enough catchy songs. Former D Generation frontman Malin buries his melodies deeper and compensates by putting more of himself into the lyrics. Also: L.A.-based Sin-é veteran Amy Correia. FRIDAY AT 7:30, Housing Works Used Book Café, 126 Crosby Street, 212-334-3324. (Christgau)

CECIL TAYLOR & ELVIN JONES JAZZ MACHINE The last chance to hear the twosome this time around is Wednesday at 10:30. During the past few years, this duo has become something of a traditional add-on to the full week by Jones's Jazz Machine, itself an exhilarating band that sustains more of the unbridled fire of the John Coltrane Quartet than any other group. Still, it's the duet that will keep you agog—if their last encounter is any indication, Elvin will stick with mallets, the music will be free, wide-ranging, dazzling, and beautiful, and there will be a long line. (Taylor plays only on Wednesday; the Jazz Machine continues the long run.) WEDNESDAY THROUGH SUNDAY AT 8 AND 10:30, Blue Note, 131 West 3rd Street, 212-475-8592. (Giddins)

'THERE'LL BE ANOTHER SPRING: A TRIBUTE TO MISS PEGGY LEE' This could turn out to be a historic JVC collision, something that drops your jaw and holds your gaze against your better judgment. In the absence of singers you'd expect to pay homage (like Jeanie Bryson), a few great performers—Dee Dee Bridgewater, Shirley Horn, and, still holding on, Chris Connor—are stirred into what might otherwise serve as a female impersonator's dream evening: Nancy Sinatra, Rita Moreno, Deborah Harry, Petula Clark, Bea Arthur, and many others, including a few men such as Freddy Cole, Eric Comstock, and Cy Coleman. Listen for the sound of rustling chiffon as Miss Peggy does back flips. MONDAY AT 8, Carnegie Hall, 154 West 57th Street, 212-247-7800. (Giddins)



'OUR TRUE INTENT IS ALL FOR YOUR DELIGHT' These luridly colored, casually staged pictures of British resorts were originally taken for postcards promoting the Butlin's chain of holiday camps in the late '60s and early '70s. Made by the John Hinde company and rediscovered by Martin Parr, whose affection for his countrymen's cheesy excess is boundless, they capture a particularly unfortunate moment in fashion, decor, and popular photography with an irresistible combination of cunning and naïveté. Hawaiian-themed bars, lounges lined with portholes onto the pool, endless expanses of linoleum tile, garish gowns, fat sideburns—Butlin's time capsule overfloweth. THROUGH JULY 11, Janet Borden, Inc., 560 Broadway, 212-431-0166. (Aletti)

JEFF WHETSTONE Whetstone, who majored in zoology at Duke before getting his photo M.F.A. at Yale two years ago, combines the two interests in this disarmingly quirky show of black-and-white pictures of small animals and a few hulking human predators. Each creature—a bat, an opossum, a toad, a salamander, a snake—is photographed at the point of capture, trapped within a plastic bowl or bucket and seen from just above. The resulting images look at first like odd portholes set into the earth, and there's something seductive about their truncated landscapes—gorgeous swatches of damp soil, wet leaves, or matted grass that make the animals' isolation all the more poignant. THROUGH JUNE 21, Wallspace, 547 West 27th Street, 212-594-9478. (Aletti)

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