MARK DION If you can’t make it to his big mid-career Aldrich Museum show, this small survey of Dion’s collaborations with Alexis Rockman, Nils Norman, Bob Braine, Jason Simon, Robert Williams, and a few other artists is a fine consolation prize. A deceptively casual mini-retrospective, it’s also a fascinating case history of the collaborative process, involving mutual influence, evidence of push and pull, and the persistence of what—however mock-ethnographical—can only be called style. The works range from the 1989 mobile chunk of rainforest that he did with William Schefferine to a communal coat-rack (co-creator: Jackie McAllister) and a sewing-room installation made with his mate J. Morgan Puett. THROUGH APRIL 26, American Fine Arts Co., 530 West 22nd Street, 212-727-7366. (Levin)

TOM FRIEDMAN Fiendishly inventive and infinitely manipulative, Friedman is back with a generous show of brainy, ditsy, and often semi-invisible new work. Floating a papier-mâché balloon, planting a hirsute apple-core figure on the floor, littering a corner with convincing autumn leaves (watercolor and speckled photo-collage), or leaning a big clumsy boy made from construction paper against a wall, he tosses off sly references to other artists and to his own work. The cut-paper scribble is amazing, the melting-lollipop monster is adorable, and the stack of Styrofoam cups is a self-portrait of sorts, as is the goldfish. It’s by appointment only: The pieces are that fragile. THROUGH MAY 3, Feature, 530 West 25th Street, 212-675-7772. (Levin)


LATINO AMERICAN DANCE: NOT FESTIVAL PROJECT Five weeks of performances, classes, workshops and discussions assembled by Luis Lara Malvacias feature companies from Chile, Mexico, Venezuela, and Colombia, plus a host of local performers. This THURSDAY AT 6, join a discussion on “educating the dance audience” at the Greenspan Center, 39 Ainslie Street in Billyburg (call 718-387-4914 for directions and full festival info). Then get in the swim at a free concert displaying the work of students in the initial workshops, who’ve been studying with Kirstie Simson, Jennifer Monson, and Malvacias. MONDAY AT 8, Movement Research at Judson Memorial Church, 55 Washington Square South, 212-598-0551. (Zimmer)

TAMAR ROGOFF PERFORMANCE PROJECTS You’re burned-out on war news. Come and share Rogoff’s catharsis, as five terrific dancer-actors—who partnered with five veterans of the three past wars at a clinic for post-traumatic stress disorder in a local hospital—witness and re-create these emotional histories. Discover also the story of Rogoff’s dad, a physician who served in Burma during World War II, and who survived by writing passionate letters to his wife. In movement, words, and stunning visuals, the program captures some costs of violent conflict. TUESDAY AT 8, THROUGH MAY 10, Wings Theatre, 154 Christopher Street, 212-627-2961. (Zimmer)


‘GOLDEN OLDIES OF MUSIC VIDEO’ Music videos before MTV, this selection of 14 pieces from the Museum of Modern Art archives includes work by the Beatles, Captain Beefheart, Devo, the Residents, Elvis Costello, and Alan Suicide. Laurie Anderson is the guest VJ. THURSDAY AT 8, MOMA at the Gramercy, 127 East 23rd Street, 212-777-4900. (Hoberman)

‘LOVE & DIANE’ Jennifer Dworkin’s years-in-the-making two-and-a-half-hour portrait of a former crack addict and her teenage HIV-positive daughter deserves the accolades that greeted its New York Film Festival premiere. From first shot to last, Love & Diane is a continuously absorbing, sometimes revelatory, frequently moving experience. The film feels like a collaborative enterprise; Dworkin’s subjects are in some respects the authors of their lives. The struggle for redemption is hardly an uncommon movie story, but Love & Diane redeems that cliché as an ongoing process. THROUGH APRIL 29, Film Forum, 209 West Houston Street, 212-727-8110. (Hoberman)


JOYCE BREACH An unbeatable combination. One of today’s saloon-iest singers nods appreciatively at one of yesterday’s. That’s to say, Breach sings Mabel Mercer, who constantly inspired Bart Howard. The occasion is a CD release, but there’s never any reason needed to listen to this soothing, evocative, low-key jazz-pop interpreter. There may be singers as good on the local scene currently but surely none better. If need be, beg her for “These Foolish Things.” THURSDAY THROUGH SATURDAY AT 9:30 AND APRIL 24 THROUGH 26, Danny’s Skylight Room, 346 West 46th Street, 212-265-8133. (Finkle)

CANDIDO CAMERO Candido had an enormous impact in popularizing the conga solo and Latin rhythms in jazz; his signature hands-and-elbows climaxes have had audiences roaring for decades. Now, at 82, he is the subject of a birthday celebration that will bring together the cream of Latin jazz, including Ray Barretto, Larry Harlow, Patato Valdez, Ray Mantilla, Bobby Sanabria, Giovanni Hidalgo, and others—all rhythm all the time. TUESDAY AT 9 AND 11, Birdland, 315 West 44th Street, 212-581-3080. (Giddins)

EVERCLEAR Art Alexakis may well go on forever, writing the same song he’s always written. Which is OK, because it’s a good song, and damned if anybody else will write it. On Everclear’s new Slow Motion Daydream, probably their most ignorable album ever, Art at least grazes the bull’s-eye in his ones about the porn actress turned Volvo-driving soccer mom, about the broken home that’s not enough like a TV show, about singing Cheap Trick’s “Surrender” on acid in a Taco Bell, and about reading an old friend’s WTC obit in the Times. And live, his suburban lifestyle critique has plenty of middle-aged Nirvana-gone-Eagles legs to stand on. With the Exies and Authority Zero. FRIDAY AT 6:45, Roseland Ballroom, 239 West 52nd Street, 212-777-6800. (Eddy)

IBRAHIM FERRER The lanky, Kangol-sporting septuagenarian was shining shoes in Havana’s streets when the call to join the Buena Vista Social Club came in 1997. Ferrer brought an intimate and hard-earned knowledge of the melodramatic bolero ballad form to the project, and his aged-in-wood voice became the multi-platinum trip down memory lane’s signature sound. His recent, Ry Cooder-produced Buenos Hermanos is an unexpectedly lively sequel to his 1999 solo debut. There’s more rumba this time around, and even the boleros swing with a pre-revolutionary sizzle. THURSDAY AT 8, Beacon Theatre, 2124 Broadway, 212-307-7171. (Gehr)

HOWE GELB+THE MUSCULAR CHRISTIANS Gelb’s time-worn sunburned tweaky roots stylings have finally become fashionable (cf. Yankee Hotel, Yoshimi), although he’s never been that ambitious, or even really been able to sustain a backbeat (his bandmates in Giant Sand left him to become Calexico). This show is billed as solo piano, but last year Oldham, Dando, Chestnutt & Wagner dropped in. The Muscular Christians are his polar opposite on the alt-folk spectrum: urbane wisenheimers with the best song about Christgau that doesn’t involve his murder. TUESDAY AT 8, Tonic, 107 Norfolk Street, 212-358-7501. (Goldfein)

NORTH MISSISSIPPI ALLSTARS This salt-and-pepper trio featuring a couple of old-weird-Southerner Jim Dickinson’s lads broke the headlock the Allmans and their various offshoots once had on Southern rawk. Their loosey-goosey punk-blooze mash works better on record than onstage, unless you happen to be a connoisseur of the eternal choogle. But no group specializing in deliriously skanky R.L. Burnside covers should be easily dismissed. THURSDAY AT 9, Irving Plaza, 17 Irving Place, 212-777-6800. (Gehr)

HENRY THREADGILL A remarkable artist and one of the handful of composers who challenge preconceptions every time out, Threadgill introduced Zooid a few years ago on sudden notice, and was so pleased with the results he has continued the six-piece ensemble, which includes Liberty Ellman on guitar, Tarik Benbrahim on oud, Jose Davila on tuba, Dana Leong on cello, and the most recent addition, Elliot Umberto Kavee on drums. The group has tremendous energy and wit, and its intricate multiple-rhythm patterns buoy the leader’s unadorned and tenacious solos. SATURDAY AND SUNDAY AT 9 AND 10:30, Jazz Gallery, 290 Hudson Street, 212-242-1063. (Giddins)

TIN HUEY Billed in one venue as “Ralph Carney Exhumes Tin Huey,” which seems a little, I don’t know—premature? The Akron-scene art-rock band that gave the world all-purpose saxman Carney (Tom Waits, Oranj Symphonette) and bassist-producer-gramophonologist Chris Butler (dB’s, Waitresses), wasn’t dead. It was just hibernating. And now it will roar like a bear in strange meters, scaring the bejesus out of young rock criticism fans. They could still rule the world if they only had the parts. Saturday with Gavin DeGraw. FRIDAY AT 8, Tonic, 107 Norfolk Street, 212-358-7501; SATURDAY AT 10, Maxwell’s, 1039 Washington Street, Hoboken, New Jersey, 201-653-1703. (Christgau)

THE WHITE STRIPES+LORETTA LYNN Supporting what may be their best album yet, the Stripes are so omnipresent nowadays that you might forget what oddballs they are. Granted, their new one banks on the same stuff as the previous three records—Son House, Nuggets, Led Zep, anonymous ’60s pop-country ballads, good songs. But their sound is all their own and their run is well deserved. Not only should much-revered Lynn appeal to the Stripes’ theoretically open-eared audience, just like Jack and Meg she’s made a career out of toying with the conventions of both domesticity and roots music. Also: Blanche. SATURDAY AT 7:30, Hammerstein Ballroom, 311 West 34th Street, 212-485-1534. (Hoard)


LYNN DAVIS Davis has been crossing the globe from Iceland to Egypt to Yosemite since 1986, bringing back serene, largely unpopulated landscapes and architectural studies, and reminding us that the wonders of the world number far more than seven. Her latest journey was to China, where she photographed Buddhist and Islamic sites along the Silk Road as well as the mist-shrouded Three Gorges of the Yangtze River. Her large-scale images, reproduced in rich, gold-toned black-and-white, often seem to pay homage to the 19th-century pioneers in the field, but her eye for austere elegance is timeless. THROUGH MAY 3, Edwynn Houk Gallery, 745 Fifth Avenue, 212-750-7070. (Aletti)

SLAVA MOGUTIN Poet, essayist, Bruce LaBruce star, and Index cover boy, the Siberian-born rude boy Mogutin may be persona non grata in Russia, but he’s been a welcome, lively presence at art fairs and group shows here. For this solo outing, he’s filled the walls with black-and-white, sepia, and color photos of young brutes—including skinheads, soccer fans, and toughs in Russian military uniforms—displaying their hard cocks and ripe asses for the camera and one another. Pornographic, obsessive, fetishistic, and hilarious in its send-up of macho-on-macho eroticism, the work also has fleeting romantic moments and energy to burn. THROUGH MAY 3, Rare Plus, 521 West 26th Street, 212-268-1520. (Aletti)


‘CAVEDWELLER’ Dorothy Allison’s scorching 1998 novel, a saga of Southern family torment replete with abandoned children and abusive spouses, was a logical choice for stage scrutiny in NYTW’s “Cradle and All” series, examining the shifts going on in American family life. Playwright Kate Moira Ryan’s adaptation, staged by Michael Greif, boasts a strong cast, including Shannon Burkett, Stevie Ray Dallimore, Carson Elrod, Deirdre O’Connell, and Obie winner Adriane Lenox. PREVIEWS BEGIN FRIDAY, OPENS MAY 8, New York Theatre Workshop, 79 East 4th Street, 212-239-6200. (Feingold)

‘LAST OF THE SUNS’ Always specific in her portrayals, Obie-winning actress Ching Valdes-Aran is at last getting a chance to generalize—or at least, to be specific in the role of a general. Whether the 100-year-old main character of Alice Tuan’s 1995 play, now getting its New York premiere, is a woman warrior or a male generalissimo, isn’t specified in the press release, only that s/he is a Chinese Nationalist, residing in the U.S., whose story traverses three generations. Ma-Yi Theatre’s production, staged by Chay Yew, features, among other faces familiar to theatergoers, Mia Katigbak, Katy Kuroda, and Ron Nakahara. PREVIEWS BEGIN FRIDAY, OPENS APRIL 27, Theatre for the New City, 155 First Avenue, 212-352-3101. (Feingold)


‘ANNUAL MAUNDY THURSDAY READING OF DANTE’S INFERNO’ “You have to pass through the darkness before you can encounter the light.” This idea is the foundation for both Dante’s Divine Comedy and the upcoming Christian ritual of Easter weekend. In that spirit, St. John the Divine will host a three-hour reading of Inferno on Maundy Thursday during the very hours in which Dante’s characters descend into hell. New York poets and writers, including Honor Moore and Liam Rector, will read selections in English translation. THURSDAY AT 9, the Cathedral of St. John the Divine, 112th Street and Amsterdam Avenue, 212-316-7540. (Winterton)

‘THE SOULS OF BLACK FOLK’ W.E.B. Du Bois famously declared that “the problem of the 20th Century is the problem of the color line.” Will this hold true for the 21st? David Levering Lewis (W.E.B. DuBois: Biography of a Race, 1868-1919) joins Columbia’s Eric Foner and Princeton’s Nell Irvin Painter for a panel looking at the legacy of Du Bois’s most enduring work, The Souls of Black Folk, now 100 years old. Will anyone have the courage to ask about the great man’s nomenclatural influence over the late lamented sitcom Benson? FRIDAY AT 4, New School, 66 West 12th Street, 212-229-5353. (De Krap)