LOST BAYOU RAMBLERS
9 p.m. White Water Tavern. $10.
Cajun music, in addition to being a treasured piece of American folk culture, is a rollicking good time, so it is fitting that the best Cajun band going wastes no time with calcified expressions of authenticity. The Lost Bayou Ramblers, from Pilette, La., are the real deal, but they aren't afraid to honor their traditions by gleefully shredding them. They dabble in punk and rockabilly and Western swing and psychedelia, without ever losing the unique sound and spirit of the music of their fathers (literally — brothers and bandleaders Louis and André Michon cut their chops playing with their dad's band, Cajun standard bearers Les Frères Michon). This adventurous spirit gets them labeled Cajun-punk, and fair enough — Louis's classic bayou wail often veers into a full-on scream, and drummer Paul Etheredge pounds out a waltz like a rhythmic assault. Really, though, I think punk is just getting used as a stand-in for fun here. This might not be what you're expecting from accordion and fiddle, but the Ramblers throw a raucous party. They have a way of converting folks to two-stepping, foot-stomping revelry with their boozy Louisiana gusto — a tradition all their own. Kevin Kerby opens. DR
'DANCING INTO DREAMLAND'
7 p.m. Dreamland Ballroom. $50.
The restoration of Ninth Street's historic Taborian Hall and its Dreamland Ballroom continues with the third annual "Dancing into Dreamland" benefit. The first two "Dancing" fundraisers took place at the Governor's Mansion, but this year, the event is marking its homecoming. Nine teams of dancers will compete for a $250 cash prize. Previous years' winners will show off their ballroom chops as well, and there will be refreshments, a cash donation bar, a silent auction and more. It'll be a good time even for the less-than-coordinated among us who have two left feet on good day. Plus, just going inside the ballroom is always a treat. Imagining the musicians who performed there during Ninth Street's heyday always gets me lost in thought. That building hosted some of the finest musicians of the 20th century. What must it have been like, to see Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Louis Jordan, B.B. King or any of the other legends who played there? RB
9 p.m. Juanita's. $12 adv., $15 day of.
Not to be too big of a jerk about it, but this writer is very proud to say that he's never watched a single moment of a single episode of the TV show "American Idol." No, not even the one where Kris Allen wound up winning, and definitely not the "Steven Tyler Pending Retirement Bankroll Humiliation Tour." The whole basis of my recent slide toward agnosticism is basically this: On what planet would a merciful God allow the guy who sang "Dream On" to survive years of drug abuse only to let him sink to a job where he's required to tell somebody his slow-jam cover of Leif Garrett's "I Was Made for Dancin' " was a little flat? Call me crazy, but I tend to boycott the hell out of any show where it's clear that Janis Joplin, Tom Waits and Bob Dylan would have been featured in the gag reel, while Donnie Osmond would have been a real contender. But that's democracy for ya. For those of you who do care about "American Idol," however, you should know that Lee DeWyze, the winner of "Idol's" ninth season, is coming to town. He's got a new album coming out this winter! Sure to be on the set list Friday: his covers of U2's "Beautiful Day," Bill Withers' "Ain't No Sunshine," and several other songs I just got off of the Wikipedia page of Leon James "Lee" DeWyze, Jr. (born April 2, 1986, Mt. Prospect, Ill.). Text your non-counting vote now! DK