Rock

Adam Block

The Bands of Summer

Screamin Jay Hawkins, Zero, Mud Dogs: Rock's original hoodoo-weirdo carved his place in rock history with the unspeakable, "I Put A Spell On You," back in 1956, revived as the harrowing and hilarious theme song of last year's cult/noir flick, Stranger Than Paradise. Hawkins no longer leaps from a coffin, but he can still raise the dead, and ignites a fat roster of r&b oldies, including his own inspired, "Alligator Wine," and, "Constipation Blues." He'll be backed by John Cippolina's band Zero, without the former-Quicksilver guitarist. The local rockabilly ravers open. (Stone, 8/2, 9 pm, $7.50 adv, $8.50 day).

Benny Carter All Stars, Carmen McRae, Art Blakey, Dirty Dozen Brass Band: Opening night of this jazz fest and it promises to be the best. Carter is a breathtaking bandleader and ought to even embarrass an inspired performance out of the oft-flatulent McRae. Blakey remains a wiley innovater, and the openers are New Orleans' unquenchable reinventers of classic Dixieland. A truly inspired roster that merits the trip to the burbs. (Concord Pavillion, 8/2, 8 pm, $13.50 res, $9.50 lawn).

Rick & Ruby's Last Prom VII: These gifted cut-ups always draw a startling team of local musical and comic talents to help them celebrate and trash the haute-fifties ritual. It's preposterous and poignant, so dress up and cut a rug. (Great American Music Hall, 8/2, 8:30 pm, $15).

Jerry Garcia Band: Can you believe that they busted this man in his parked car in Golden Gate Park for possession of cocaine and free-bashing paraphenalia? Garcia is a living monument to bemused recreational drug abuse. One day they'll erect a statue of him out by the buffalo pen. Mark my words! For now, between community service, and dates with the Grateful Dead, Capt. Trips checks

into a local club. The reverent will be there." The unconvinced are encouraged to pay their respects. (Stone, 8/4, 5, & 9, 8 pm, $8 adv.).

Angst riders: Green on Red

Lonnie Mack: 22 years after his hit instrumental of Chuck Berry's "Memphis," the semi-legendary guitarist is back with a burning Ip on Alligator Records that would probably bring a smile such heirs as EricClapton. Listen out for his soul-stopping, 20-year-old ballad, "Why," which ended with what may be the most shattering shout in the history of rock. (Wolfgangs, 8/5, 10 pm, $9 adv, $10 day).

Naked Into: Another of SF's still-obscure young synth-bands headline at the city's most successful SOMA hetro-venue. Homos welcome. The cover is cheap, and if they're insufferable, you can always escape across the street to the Stud. (The Oasis, 8/6, Midnight, $2).

Green On Red, Flaming Lips: The openers hail from Oklahoma and come saddled with a reputation for dirgey-psychedelic angst. The headliners are riding on the buzz from their second lp. Gas. Food Lodging (Enigma), which pummels country-roots through contempopsychedelic. In a car, you ought to be able to catch both Lonnie Mack and this outfit. Ponder what Jim Morrison would make of your evening. (I-Beam, 8/5, 11:30 pm, $5).

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D.O.A., Conflict: Sweet slamdance! Holy headbanger! Have DOA really stayed together for 7 years? With Sid Vicious long buried, is Joey Shithead still carrying the torch? With Wreck The Party, their first lp. in three years, just out, these Canadian commandos bivouak on Poetrero with an opening act from the U.K. This show is a must for anyone afflicted with terminal optimism, cynicism, or innocence. I hope Jerry Garcia makes it. (The Farm, 8/8, 10 pm, $6).

Pat Metheny Group: The yuppiefave wunderkind guitarist is perfectly matched to this acadian outdoor venue. Keyboardqueen, Lyle Mayes does go on, but Metheny's lean finesse usually wins the day. Their last lp was the soundtrack to Falcoln and The Showman. I wonder if they'll perform, "This Is Not America," without Bowie; maybe as a sing-a-long? (Greek Theatre, 8/2, 8 pm, $16.50 res, $14.50 gen.).

John McLaughlin & The Mahavishnu Orchestra, TBA: JM was the great white hope of Fusion a little over a decado ago; a guitarist of shattering, lucid, speed, who steadied his lightning with a deliciously funky anchor. Having ascended up the anus of spirituality, re-emerging with precious if sterling acoustic work, the man has now reclaimed his most commercial monnicker; though there isn't one original member in the Orchestra. Don't be surprised at a pitstop by Carlos Santana. I hope Jerry Garcia makes it. (The Stone, 8/8, 9 pm, $12).

Bo Diddley & Lady Bo: If Chuck Berry is the father of Apollonian, classic and wily rock'n'roll; Bo is the Dionysian dingbat, ridiculous and shameless but equally influential. Thirty years down the road from his epochal, "I'm A Man/Bo Diddley," you can find him in a club little larger than those that the Rolling Stones (who copped his every/only lick), first paid their dues in. I hope Joey Shithead makes it. (Last Day Saloon, 8/9, 9 pm, $8).

Jerry Lee Lewis, Hank Ballard & The Midnighters: Jerry Lee is the living exemplar of rock'n'roll as a Faustian barn-burner, chillingly illustrated in Nick Tosches' epochal biography, Hellfire. We're talking about a demented choirboy, evangelist Jimmy Swaggert's cousin, who has buried Elvis Presley, and several of his own kids and wives. Jerry Lee is a loose cannon, the voice of terror, seduction, and megalomania: a true American, Hank Ballard crafted the memorably salacious, "Work With Me Annie," 30 years ago, and released, "The Twist," two years before Chubby Checker made it an international hit. Now, ten years after his last, failed, come-back, that legendary figure will be opening this spooky, intriguing show. (Circle Star Theatre, 8/9, 8 pm, $12.75).

Busboys, John Belushi Memorial Band: The headliners are that jerkwater Eddie Murphy's favorite rock-minstrel show ironists. I wish the openers were hardcore maniacs. Fat chance! Masochists delight.. (Stone, 8/10, 9 pm, $7.50 adv, $8.50 day). Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence, Inverted Triangle, Steven Grossman: Genius, Boulevardier, and hefty homo about town, Jon Sugar celebrates his annual 21st birthday with promises of boggling entertainment. I'm looking forward to Jerry Garcia and Joey Shithead in an Adam and Steve Love Act. Come one, Come all: pay tribute to the Shug-Man. (Alamo Square Saloon, 8/10, 8 pm, FREE).

UB 40, Midnight Oil: The headliners have moved from spooky radical reggae through their ecstatic pop cover of Neil Diamond's, "Red, Red Wine," to god knows what; prefaced by their pre-lp release of a cover of, "I Got You Babe," featuring a guest duet with Chrisse Hynde. At their best UB 40 make like Stevie Wonder-meets-theEnglish-Beat. The Aussie openers will be boosting their new lp, Red Sails In The Sunset. If you can't get into Sugar's birthday, this may soothe the pain. (UC Greek Theatre, 8/10, 8 pm, $14.50 adv.).

Necropolis of Love, Until December: If you missed the headliners opening for Howard Jones count yourself lucky here's your chance. Billed as SF's answer to Tears For Fears without the twee, their lp will be coming out on Sire Records in the fall, so this may be a rare chance to catch stadium superstars at close range. Until December ram disco rhythms into salacious hard-rock, while their near-naked lead singer sweats his way towards cover-boy status. The monster over at 415 Records is betting that, once the vinyl hits the streets, Necropolis will be opening for them at the stadiums and I don't doubt it. (I-Beam, 8/12, 11 pm, $5). China Crisis, TBA: This UK techno-pop band have a second lp, Flaunt The Imperfection, out here that even their record company representative had to look up in his catalogue to find the title of. It seems terrifyingly likely that this could be their last visit here. Sentimentalists are urged to bring flowers. If this sells out, there is always the even-more-obscue Z Axis over at The Oasis, at midnight, for $2. (Wolfgang's, 8/13, 9 pm, $10 adv, $11 day).

Reggie and The Rebels: No press release on this lot, but ugly rumors insist that it is Willie Brown, Herb Caen, and Wilkes Bashford's accapello trio; with Gerald Nachman sitting in on jew's harp and kazoo. If it turns out to be China Crisis under yet another name you I can always stumble over to the Stud and dance to oldies. C'est la guerre. (Oasis, 8/14, 9 pm, $5).

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