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GOOD TIME RAMBLERS
9 p.m., Sticky Fingerz. $6.
During the Times Showcase, judge 607 described the Good Time Ramblers' sound as “highway music.” That sounds about right. The four-piece specializes in an elastic style of country rock. Shuffling and twang-y here. Foot-stomping-ly raucous there. It doesn't hurt matters that front man John Lefler has a natural charisma and favors lyrics about drinkin', wild women and cross-country misadventures. The band, which also features Rich Dwiggins (vocals, bass), Alex Piazza (lead guitar, pedal steel, etc.) and Brooks Browning (drums) of the Munks, comes to Sticky Fingerz on Thursday to celebrate the release of its latest album, “Nashville Cowboy.” (They'll also play after the Travs' game on Saturday at Dickey-Stephens, 'round 10 p.m. or so.) Austin's Band of Heathens works a hearty dose of blue-eyed soul into its country rock in the opening slot. LM.
9 p.m., Revolution. $15.
In the grand tradition of Tegan and Sara, Nina Sky, Kelley and Kim Deal, Robin and Maurice Gibb, Benji and Joel Madden, the Watson Twins and Gunnar and Matthew Nelson (of Nelson, natch), Lisa and Jessica Origliasso are — hold your breath — twins making music together. They've been at it for a while. First, as a five-year-old novelty act in Brisbane, Australia, performing at parties and events as simply the Origliasso Twins. Then, as teeny poppers under the slightly more catchy Lisa & Jessica name. Then, as the less-twin-referencing Teal, under which they developed into somewhat sought-after songwriters. At the ripe old age of 20, the girls moved to LA, changed their name to the Veronicas and scored a deal with Sire Records. Since then, they've put out two albums, a punky teen-pop debut and their latest, the dance-floor primed “Hook Me Up.” The latter's been big for the duo. Certified platinum twice, it's spawned singles like “Untouched,” which you've probably heard, and landed the girls in all kinds of magazines and on MTV and on an upcoming episode of “90210.” But even more appealing for a certain set: Opener Pretty Reckless is very Runaways-meets-Teen People. “Gossip Girl” moppet Taylor Momsen (OMG, Jenny Humphreys) sings lead and plays guitar. She's only 15. For context, old-timers, this would be like Shannon Doherty's band coming to town 20 years ago. There are going to be so many screaming girls. The Love Willows also open. And, not surprisingly, the show is open to all ages. LM.
‘THE MUSIC OF PINK FLOYD'
8 p.m., Robinson Center Music Hall. $30-$80.
Hey, stoners. Here's your chance to mix psychedelics with high culture. For this season's SuperPOPS concert, the Arkansas Symphony Orchestra shares the stage with a full rock band and Randy Jackson, not the buffoonish “American Idol” judge, but the former lead singer of classic rock and hair metals you probably don't remember (Zebra and China Wind, respectively). Together, the group takes on the mind-expanding catalog of Pink Floyd, including songs like “Comfortably Numb,” “Us & Them,” “Learning to Fly,” “Money,” and “Another Brick in the Wall.” By all accounts, Jackson has a huge voice and this is a traveling show — with “lavish” laser lights! — so it's bound to look slick and sound epic. LM.
7:30 p.m., Weekend Theater. $10-$14.
The winner of the 2007 Pulitzer Prize for Drama, David Lindsay-Abaire's “Rabbit Hole” sounds like the stuff of a weepy Lifetime movie of the week. The plot centers on a couple trying to cope with the death of their only child, a 4-year-old. Later, the young driver who accidentally killed their son in an auto accident contacts them hoping for closure. But Pulitizer Prize-winners don't usually get confused for Lifetime dramas. Writing in the New York Times, Ben Brantley had this to say, “the sad, sweet release … lies … in the access it allows to the pain of others, in its meticulously mapped empathy.” The Weekend Theater promises “generous spoonfuls of humor” will leaven the mood, too. Andy Hall directs the play, which continues through May 23. LM.
2:30 p.m., Cooper Farm. $35-$40.
So as not to offend any downtown sensibilities, Edgefest this year heads to the country. The daylong metal festival found a spot, miles from any sizeable chunk of people, at Cooper Farm, a great expanse of land off I-440, off Faulkner Road (from Little Rock, you go beyond the airport and over the river on 440). Otherwise, it's the same hard rockin' good time. Everyone's favorite nine-man, scary-masked alt-metal purveyors, Slipknot, headlines. Lately, the band's expanded beyond merciless riffage to the occasional power ballad. Staind, from Springfield, Mass., has always been more comfortable with ballads and sweeping moments. Theirs is music made for slowed-down montages of making out in the rain, big displays of patriotism and football plays. Chevelle, from Chicago, mines a hard rock formula that's served bands from Helmet to the Pixies — the soft/loud dynamic. All also on the bill, a handful of bands with names straight from the metal-band-name generator: Drowning Pool, All That Remains, Hurt and Dirtfedd. LM
10 a.m., Historic Arkansas Museum, free.
This year's theme, borrowed from Arkansas Heritage month, is “Only in Arkansas.” You know, like “only in Arkansas do we get excited about ‘pioneer games' and women in bonnets.” Joking. The Territorial Fair should be a staple for Central Arkansas families of all ages and sizes. Pioneer games are really fun. Rolling hoops, jumping rope, walking on stilts — all surprisingly fun. Watching grown-ups, in pioneer attire, fiddle or cook pioneer food or blacksmith or lead tours — also surprisingly fun. Less fun, but props to the museum for giving it a whirl: white-washing the backyard fence with “Tom Sawyer.” Hopefully, Tom takes a nap under a tree after a while. The fair, which will have food and crafts for sale, continues until 4 p.m.
9 p.m., Revolution, $15.
Blending a true elixir of swampy Louisiana groove, boogie-woogie and Texas roadhouse rock, Marcia Ball continues to kick up dust. The multiple Grammy-nominated singer, pianist and recipient of countless awards is a regular at huge music festivals and on national tours, such as this one, which brings her to town supporting her latest release “Peace, Love and BBQ,” three of her self-proclaimed “favorite things.” Backed by a wailing sax player, guitarist, bassist and drummer, Ball, seated in a position that flashes some calf, places her right leg over her left, and swings it like a pendulum or metronome, which certainly would appear unwise for a male to attempt, but it's hard not to observe — you can't help feeling like a kitten mesmerized by a string. With no opening act booked thus far, Ball's all-ages show could be one to bring the young-uns to. PP.
‘THAT EVENING SUN'
7 p.m. and 7:30 p.m., Riverdale 10. $10-$30.
This year, the Little Rock Film Fest expands to five days of previews and debuts of narrative features, documentaries and shorts from Arkansas and abroad. The festival kicks off with two screenings of “That Evening Sun,” the latest from adopted Arkie Ray McKinnon. The Academy Award winner produced and acts in this adaptation of a William Gay short story about an aging Tennessee farmer (Hal Holbrook), who's discarded to a nursing home by his lawyer son, but flees to his rural farm, where he finds that his son has leased his house and land to a white trash family and an old enemy (McKinnon). Tension builds and ultimately erupts. In its short festival run so far, the film's picking up sizeable buzz. It won both a Special Jury Award for Best Ensemble Cast and an Audience Award at SXSW and Best Narrative Feature at the Atlanta Film Festival. Cast and crew, including McKinnon, will be on hand after each screening. The festival continues with a full schedule through Sunday. See http://littlerockfilmfestival.org and next week's Times for more information.
9 p.m., Juanita's, $18 adv., $22 d.o.s.
With a name that sounds like the one-word term for aged bongwater long in need of replacement, the 10-million-album-selling American post-grunge commercial sensation that is Hoobastank brings all the pain, love, glory and emotional realness in support of its latest release “For(N)ever.” Maybe it's just me, but such wordplay resembles Michael Jackson's “HIStory” album titling just too much. Maybe they hung out together. So anyway, in an interview with Launch Yahoo!, vocalist Doug Robb, who slightly resembles Harold (friend of Kumar) before his treacherous journey to White Castle, said of the band's ridiculous name: “You're going to ask me what it means. It doesn't mean anything. And it's really cool, it's one of those old high school inside-joke words that didn't really mean anything.” In 2003, however, the story changed when on the Dec. 16 broadcast of Loveline, the band claimed Hoobastank was the name of a gas station in Germany near where a friend lives. See Definition One above. PP