Jeff Tweedy and the boys are back in the city (at Coney Island!) for the first time since dropping Wilco (The Album). Depending on who you talk to, the sort-of eponymous album is either “the quiet slaughter of all that is elemental, passionate, and reverentially stupid about rock ‘n’ roll” or just “kind of a snooze.” Regardless, their live show is always a tremendous affair; expect a huge turnout and a ferocity their recordings can barely hint at. The $45 tag also covers Yo La Tengo.
God knows what Charlie “Bird” Parker would say if he caught Stephanie J. Block singing Wicked tunes at Birdland. But no worries; even during jazz’s epochal years, he generally got himself banned from the club.
Aimee Mann works the wine and cheese crowd, and we love her all the more for doing it so well.
Take a picnic, blanket, and lover (preferably your own) to the Metropolitan Opera’s free summer recital, i.e. “the pinkie-out way to take in the Summerstage series.”