Spring break

By WILL SPITZ  |  March 9, 2006

If you ask us, you’re not missing much if you weren’t able to get tickets to either of tonight’s big shows. On a tidal wave of digital hype, the South Shore–bred, Brooklyn/Philly-based fivesome Clap Your Hands Say Yeah were catapulted into national consciousness last year. Unfortunately, their independent-success story, which inspired think pieces by the likes of the New York Times and NPR, turned out to be far more exciting than frontman Alec Ounsworth’s David Byrne impressions on CYHSY’s self-released homonymous debut. Because of the overwhelming demand for tickets, their show has been moved from the Paradise to Avalon, 15 Lansdowne St, Boston | 617.262.2424.

And Franz Ferdinand — the world’s most overrated band, purveyors of downright dopy disco rock masquerading as art punk — are with the far more bearable DeathCab for Cutie at Agganis Arena, 925 Comm Ave, Boston | 7:30 pm | $35 | 617.358.7000.


You might think Arlington-raised Dane Cook’s male fantasies about monkey ownership and oral sex and his stories about his itchy asshole would keep listeners at bay, yet his two-CD/one-DVD set Retaliation (Comedy Central) debuted at #4 on Billboard’s pop chart and in less than a month had nudged aside Steve Martin’s 27-year-old record for best-selling comedy album. Cook’s upbeat, modern-reg’lar-guy delivery makes him sound engaged and friendly, so he can get away with just about anything, from confessing his desire to witness a pedestrian being run down to flipping cashews into his mouth from the end of his erection. Catch his homecoming, which is being filmed for an HBO special, at the TD Banknorth Garden, 100 Legends Way, Boston | 7 + 10:30 pm | $30-$100 | 617.624.1000.


The last time he was in town, alto-saxophonist Tim Berne brought his Hard Cell trio with Craig Taborn on piano. Now he and drummer Tom Rainey are joined by the exciting, rude-toned French electric-guitarist Marc Ducret in Berne’s other trio, Big Satan, a must-see for guitarists of all stripes as well as for Berne’s usual coterie of avant-jazzheads | ICA, 955 Boylston St, Boston | 8 pm | $10 | 617.354.6898.


Broadway in Boston presents British bad-boy choreographer Matthew Bourne’s celebrated take on Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake a gender-bending satire in which tutu’d ballerinas are replaced by brawny male swans with furry thighs. It runs through the weekend at the Colonial Theatre, 106 Boylston St, Boston | Tickets are available only through Broadway in Boston’s subscriber and member programs; visit www.broadwayinboston.com or call 866.523.7469.

Call Jonathan Safran Foer what you will — sentimental, self-indulgent, cloying, coy — but his 9/11 novel Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Houghton Mifflin) is worth a read, whether you end up loving it or hating it, and to see him in person is worth the trip to the Coolidge Corner Theatre, 290 Harvard St, Brookline | 7 pm | $2 | 617.566.6660.


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