I recently overheard someone who works in my office say that a musician she knows got scared before his performance one night because he learned that the brilliant, super-talented composer, producer, engineer, and bandleader Erik Blood was in the audience. He knew that Blood, who has worked with some of the best local indie bands and hiphop crews, would listen to his sounds deeply, and has a profound understanding of music, its emotional power, and its structural forms. He is also very sensual. Touch Screens, his celebration of pornography, is a record you always want to fuck. (Neumos, 925 E Pike St, neumos.com, 8 pm, $8 adv, 21+)

Charles Mudede—who writes about film, books, music, and his life in Rhodesia, Zimbabwe, the USA, and the UK for The Stranger—was born near a steel plant in Kwe Kwe, Zimbabwe. He has no memory...