Jack Pearadin and Doug Nelsen found a 1.73-carat diamond after nearly a year of searching the park's field.
9 p.m., Revolution. $10 adv., $12 d.o.s.
Man Man has played Little Rock enough over the years that a lot of folks know the score. The five-piece, whose members go by names like Pow Pow and Chang Wang, usually sports Wimbledon whites, handlebar mustaches and face paint. Their music sounds like a carnival as imagined by Tom Waits. Front man Honus Honus' barks and pounding organ steer the way through antic, campfire-style harmonies and an instrumental mishmash of out-of-tune horns fighting for space with clavinets, euphoniums and melodica. Lately, Honus Honus has been lovesick in his lyrics. Expect a pile of young folk to be dancing to lines like, “People claim I'm possessed by the devil/But Mama, I know I'm possessed by your daughter!” Comedian Andrew Wright and local post-punk heroes the Moving Front open. LM.
9 p.m., Juanita's. $10.
A band that titles its debut release “Reinventing Axl Rose” has moxie. Since 1997, Gainesville, Fla., punk-folk rock outfit Against Me has grown from relative obscurity to supporting Foo Fighters' American tour last year. They've also been hailed by Rolling Stone as “Best Punk Band” on a list titled “The 125-Plus People, Places and Things Ruling the Rock & Roll Universe.” With four full-length albums under its belt, a live release, a handful of EPs and a sterling reputation as a live act, the group shows no signs of slowing down anytime soon. Minimalist Minneapolis punk band Off With Their Head opens along with popular roots rockers Glossary, from Murfreesboro, Tenn. PP.
DISNEY ON ICE
7 p.m., Alltel Arena. $15-$45.
Parents, get ready to see your kids geek out as bulbous-headed cartoons come to life and hit the ice. Just about everyone from their video library will represent. Mickey and Minnie, of course. The Little Mermaid, far removed from her preferred mode of travel. Peter Pan, Tinker Bell. And less time-tested characters like Lilo and Stitch (huh?). Six performances remain: 7 p.m. Thursday, 10:30 a.m. and 7 p.m. Friday, 3 p.m. and 7 p.m. on Saturday and 2 p.m. Sunday. LM.
THE LEE BOYS
9 p.m., Sticky Fingerz. $10.
It's easy to forget the particular roots of the Lee Boys. That the band features the pedal steel, with all of its bent notes and riffs, certainly distinguishes it. But because of the band's tendency to latch onto a groove or a guitar solo, it's easy, too, to lump it into the jam band scene. A bluesier, rawer version of the Allman Brothers maybe. But in actuality, the band represents the fourth generation of a strange strain of gospel that came out of the House of God Church in southern Florida in the 1930s. One that borrows equally from the Hawaiian steel guitar tradition, the driving beat of the blues and the fervor of gospel. It's music the Lee Boys — that's Alvin Lee on guitar, Derek Lee and Keith Lee (vocals) and their nephews Roosevelt “The Doctor” Collier on pedal steel, Earl Walker on drums and Alvin Gordy on bass — learned from family. Uncles, brothers, grandfathers. In fact, the Lees grew up under the guidance of their preaching and steel-guitar-playing grandfather, Rev. Robert E. Lee. He taught them it was music to move your feet to. LM.
10 p.m., Downtown Music. $5.
In certain circles, there's been a steady refrain among folks old enough to drink and unselfconscious enough to dance (or at least watch people dance): “Cool Shoes sucks. Too. Many. Kids.” Even after the monthly dance party moved from all ages to 18 plus. Well here you go teen-hating young adults: Cool Shoes is now open only to those 21 and up. On Friday, you'll be able to grind age appropriately to a stellar bill. Casey S., a vet of electronic projects like W/O and Western Meds, works the decks with Wolf-e-Wolf, an active and progressive DJ from Conway who drove the crowd bananas last time he played the party, and Luminfire, a Fayetteville DJ who runs the music blog Ants in My Trance (aimt.us) and, at least based on what I've seen, easily fits among the state's best DJs. And, as he typically does, Cameron Holifield provides trippy video installations to go with the music. LM.
THOSE DARLINS/ GLOSSARY
10 p.m., White Water Tavern. $6.
Even on a busy night, here's a not-so-bold prediction. This show is going to sell out. For whatever reason — the weather, a new influx of young nightclubbers in town — the tavern's sold out several times in recent weeks, a little while back at an all-local bill. The Southern-flavored rockers Glossary, from Murfreesboro, play White Water often, and they've got a passionate, ever expanding following. But most of all, the reason you're going to have to show up earlier than you're used to is Those Darlins, a four-piece fronted by three attractive Southern women, whose formula relies on a healthy convergence of sex, camp and classic country harmony. They go by Kelley Darlin, Jessi Darlin and Nikki Darlin and play, respectively bass, guitar and baritone ukulele. Onstage, they usually favor ruffled hot pants and cowboy boots. When they sing, it's lyrics like this: “I got drunk and I ate a chicken/I ate a chicken I found in my kitchen/Not just a leg and not just a wing/I'd like to let you know that I ate the whole damn thing.” Get ready to hear some whooping. LM.
7:30 p.m., Weekend Theater. $10-$14.
The Weekend Theater takes on Vincent van Gogh in its penultimate production of the 2008-2009 season. A one-man play by Leonard Nimoy, “Vincent” considers the life of the famed artist through his brother Theo's eyes. Relying on the more than 500 letters exchanged between the brothers, the play begins with Theo reading his brother's eulogy. Then through flashbacks and letters, he reveals the tortured, misunderstood and talent-rich life of the artist. Tom McLeod stars and co-directs with Allison Pace. Photos, projected across the theater's back wall, should give it a sense of documentary. LM.
8 p.m., Peabody Little Rock, free.
I've heard a lot of slang for the male member, but it wasn't until 1993, when the band's drummer enlightened me, that I added Mr. Happy to the roster. Maybe the name's been a musical Viagra of sorts. Any group that can keep it up for 16 years must know what it's doing. On Friday, you'll have plenty of time to head home after work, refresh or switch outfits and put down a solid meal for safer booze absorption and still arrive in time to catch the opening number from one of Little Rock's longest-running party bands, as it kicks off the first of the annual three-month run of Friday night concerts known as the Rivertop Party. What will cost $5 a head from here on out will be free this time only. PP.
9:30 p.m., Juanita's, $10.
Reproductive reciprocity — talk about a gift to keep on giving. Hosted by the UCA Honors Council to benefit Heifer International, the 11th installment of Livestock aims to generate enough funds to purchase an Ark, or 15 sets of animals, to provide for a needy village long-term. Conceived and facilitated by local promoter Butch Stone, who's also UCA's music business instructor, three bands — Poor Boy Tango, Damn Bullets and headlining Capitol Records post-hardcore act Since October — take the stage. Certainly the 18-and-up UCA crowd, fans of all three acts, as well as Heifer supporters will turn out in herds, and not just for the great door prizes. Doors open an hour before show time, at 8:30 p.m. Might not be a bad idea to arrive early. PP
7:30 p.m., Alltel Arena. $39.50-$31.75.
Jason Mraz, gently strumming balladeer, frequent employer of vocal gibberish and wearer of pork pie hats, comes to Alltel following a familiar trajectory. Soon after high school, he busked in New York before shifting gears and heading West and settling in San Diego. In the early 2000s, after hooking up with a djembe player (of course), he conquered the local coffeehouse scene and expanded his base to LA. In 2002, he signed to Elektra. Since then, he's released three albums, collaborating with the likes of producer John Alagia (Dave Matthews Band, John Mayer) and the hit-making songwriting trio the Matrix. With those albums, Mraz has cultivated a breezy, Jack Johnson-style folk-pop that the kids can't seem to get enough of. Lyrically, he's been fairly sex-obsessed (“I can taste you all over my face” was one of the more unsubtle moments on his sophomore album), though with his latest release, “We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things,” despite occasional lines like “you make my slacks tight,” he seems to be focused more on sounding sexy. So beyond his chart-topping acoustic ditty “I'm Yours,” his material mostly tilts toward more '80s blue-eyed soul territory. With the punk-pop act Plain White T's, famous for their weepy ballad “Hey There Delilah,” opening the show, look out for a lot of sing-a-long swaying. LM.
8:30 p.m., Revolution. $20.
Maybe you only recognize him, in passing, as the dude with the three-day stubble who beat the cherubic kid in “American Idol” last year. Or maybe as the first “Idol” to win on angst — pop-cleansed angst, but angst. But surely you know you're living in the fringes of pop culture. Because David Cook, despite only rising to fame last year, not only already owns a platinum album, he also holds the record for most songs simultaneously on the Billboard Hot 100 in one week (14!). He's huge, y'all, and he's taking a break from his “Declaration Tour” that's seen him hit college campuses across the country for this intimate gig. Get ready for homemade love signs, camera phones up in the air and a steady high-pitched squeal. Ryan Star, a vet of CBS' “Rock Star: Supernova,” opens the show, which is open to all ages. LM.