Jenny Lewis plays the Showbox at the Market tonight with the Sadies and Mimicking Birds. In this week's music section Ned Lannamann interviewed the singer about her new record and life on the road:

There's a lot of moment-following on Lewis's latest, Acid Tongue, an alternately precise and ramshackle record that dips into country, soul, and blues-rock with plenty of verve if little sense of risk. More than anything, it feels like a series of pastiches; opener "Black Sand" should by all rights be a show tune, while "The Next Messiah" strings together three disparate song fragments into a medley. "That's the most exciting one to play on the road," she says. "It feels really different from when I toured for Rabbit Fur Coat—there was nothing that gritty and up-tempo.

"I think second tours on any record are always more fun," continues Lewis, who did a brief tour on the heels of Acid Tongue's release last year. "As a performer, I treat every night like it's a play, and I take certain cues that allow me to free up vocally. I always want to be a little more spontaneous, but there's just something about the repetition that inspires me. It's weird. It really allows me to get to new places every night if I know where the set is going."

Also tonight, J Dilla's album-release party with DJs Topspin, Marc Sense, and Rev. Shines at the War Room. Larry Mizell says:

Hyperbole time: J Dilla Changed My Life. Well, at the very least he enhanced the shit out of it. I know that phrase is almost synonymous with the dorky hiphop-message-board tryhards' favorite T-shirt (and yes, I got one too—I hear the hipsters call that irony), but James "Jay Dee/J Dilla" Yancey legitimately blew minds worldwide during his too-short life, mine included. How, you ask? Well, I definitely recall the moment I went from "this guy's fucking amazing" to "this guy is God and he's actually speaking to me": when I first popped in Welcome 2 Detroit and heard his celestial cover of Donald Byrd's "Think Twice," a tune my father cowrote and produced. Who cares, right? Well, you asked.

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Tonight, against Dave Segal's good advice, Prodigy plays the WaMu theater.

Also available for your enjoyment:

Black Celebration, Fascination Street, Love Vigilantes, This Charming Band
(Showbox at the Market) This would-be faux-'80s extra-mopey mini-Woodstock brings together four bands that play the music of other bands: Depeche Mode, the Cure, New Order, and the Smiths, respectively. I'm tempted to say "pretend it's 1985," except these bands would've never shared a stage in 1985. So pretend it's heaven, with '80s-themed cover bands, and hope no one takes their roles too seriously (I'm looking at you, fake Robert Smith and fake Morrissey). Also: The order of acts above also functions as a perfect worst-to-best listing of the source bands. (Though perhaps the last two should switch places.) DAVID SCHMADER

DaKAH Hip Hop Orchestra, Project Lionheart, the Let Go
(Neumos) Unlike the Reggae Philharmonic Orchestra of the '80s, daKAH Hip Hop Orchestra, which is based in Los Angeles, is an actual orchestra. It has a big sound, lots of horns, strings, and all sorts of percussion. The orchestra has 60 professional musicians and is led by Geoff "Double G" Gallegos, a composer and saxophonist trained at Boston's Berklee College of Music. The music, however, is so big that it works much better with soul singers than rappers. The feelings expressed by a singer tend to be universal, where as those expressed by a rapper tend to be very personal. The singularity of the rapper is easily overwhelmed by soaring strings and a thriving jungle of beats. Nevertheless, it's worth checking out the show for no other reason than to see and hear giant hiphop. CHARLES MUDEDE

Truckasauras, Pica Beats
(Healthy Times Fun Club) Local teens are hosting a fundraising concert for 826 Seattle, the nonprofit, free-for-students writing center started by Dave Eggers. Those kooky kids, they've named the show YUSOFYNE. Is that gangsta? A retro throwback to "Oh Mickey"? I'll tell you what it is: It's MISSPELLED. Thing is, I'm a volunteer tutor at 826, so I don't care that the headliners are top-quality locals Truckasauras and Pica Beats, or that The Stranger's own Michaelangelo Matos will be at 826's Greenwood center earlier in the day to dole out free writing advice to budding writers ages 14 to 18, because I'm too hung up on the spelling. Where'd I lead you guys astray? Still, I'll attend and hope that my $5 pays to teach my students how to write in freaking English. SAM MACHKOVECH

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Local techno crew Knightriders are throwing an audio-visual spectacular tonight in honor of SIFF, whose film-bedazzled attendees they hope to lure to Re-bar so they can indoctrinate them to the secret knowledge of metronomic beats traveling at 128+ per minute. Killing Frenzy will provide the images while Red Pony (aka Rebecca West) will deliver a live performance of techno, and DJs Struggle (Made Like a Tree) and Travis Baron (Knightriders) will tagteam on the decks, as will wife/husband duo Saigon and Justin Byrnes under the name Tandem House. And much-loved spirit-lifter DJ Eddie will be spinning records from his vast, impeccable collection.

SIFF goers: You’re going to need to unwind after a long, grueling day of cinema absorbing. Final Cut can help you do that.

Re-bar, 1114 Howell St, 10 pm-2 am, $9 with SIFF ticket stub/$12 without, 21+.

Jesus Christ on a crostini, there's a lot of stuff happening tonight: a Critical Mass ride, Shepard Farey spinning at the War Room, U.S.E. and Throw Me the Statue at Neumo's, Mad Rad at the Comet, the gay stylings of Comeback at Chop Suey... And, except for the bike ride, all of that's within an eight-block radius. Something's gotta go. I'm looking at you, U.S.E/Throw Me the Statue. It's not that I don't love you. But one can only be in so many places at once.

(A note to Mad Rad haters everywhere: If you think Mad Rad coverage in The Stranger has been too much lately, you better stop reading The Stranger, because between Buffalo Madonna climbing onto the roof of the stage at Sasquatch, the fact that Stranger campers at Sasquatch listened to Mad Rad's White Gold on repeat through Lindy West's car's speakers while dancing in the red glow of Lindy West's brake lights, and the scarcity of Mad Rad shows ever since the trio got banned from almost every club in town, a bunch of us have graduated our liking of Mad Rad into full-on love. And you know how love is.)

is the Get Off! They were mistakenly left off the listings in this week's paper, they look and sound like this:

Mad Rad and the Tempers are also on the bill. It starts at 9 pm and costs $7 at the door.