Dina Martina & the Village People

(EVIDENCE OF GOD) Salt and pepper. Wayne Flowers and Madame. Binge and purge. Timeless duos all, but none can compare to the Showbox's miraculous pairing of legendary chanteuse Dina Martina and the even legendarier homo man-band the Village People. If you miss this show, you're stupider than Stupid Stupidson in Stupidtown on the stupidest day of the year. (The Showbox, 1426 First Ave, 628-3151, $28.50/$30.) DAVID SCHMADER



(DOCUMENTARY) I don't know about you, but I've always reckoned that the terrifying strain of "animals" known as prairie dogs should be wiped out just as a matter of course, and the federal government seems to agree, since the state has been eradicating them with genocidal fervor for years now. But apparently, there are some science types who say the prairie dog is an important part of the ecosystem. Whatever, dude. This documentary examines the conflict and allows a scaredy cat like me to discover that maybe, yeah, these cute, fuzzy little rodents shouldn't be completely destroyed. (911 Media Arts Center, 117 Yale Ave N, 682-6552, 8 pm.) SEAN NELSON


The Love Show

(EVENT) All too often, the different factions of the art world stay neatly in their place. Bands play with other bands, films are shown in theaters, and art stays in galleries. Slender Means Society is a four-month-old event that seeks to pursue "violent spasms of action and creation" in all mediums, a culture clash I wholeheartedly support. The theme for this month's spasm is Burning a Hole in the Hearts of Many: the Love Show, which will include performances by the talented Miranda July, Al Larsen (Some Velvet Sidewalk), the Charming Snakes, Aveo, and more, plus a kissing booth and a Chapel of Love. (Secluded Alley Works, 113 12th Ave, 839-0880, 3-10 pm, $5.) JENNIFER MAERZ


Dyke Soccer Fundraiser

(GOOD CAUSE) After the Pride Parade winds down on Broadway, head over to the Wildrose, Seattle's only lesbian bar, for a dyke soccer-team fundraiser. The 15 gals of Vain Girls United are heading to the 2002 Gay Games in Sydney, and they're trying to raise the cash to fund their trip. They'll have carnival-style games, guerrilla hair-styling booths, raffles, and DJs, in addition to the Rose's traditional Pride Day beer garden. Stop by, spend a few bucks, and help them go down under! (Wildrose, 11th and Pike, $5 suggested donation at the door, 1-10 pm.) AMY JENNIGES


John Sayles Retrospective

(FILM) Before his semi-progressive politics hardened into lazy narrative gimmickry (see Limbo, in particular), John Sayles was a breath of fresh air in off-Hollywood. His early films were clever tales made for no money and energized by excellent acting and writing. As his reputation has developed and his budgets have gotten bigger, Sayles' ingenuity seems to have been supplanted by the smugness of a middle-aged success who still believes in liberal humanism. This program revisits four of his earliest and finest efforts as an independently minded classicist. Matewan, playing tonight, represents his absolute pinnacle as a storyteller with activist's blood. (Varsity, 4329 University Way NE, 632-3131, Mon-Thurs.) SEAN NELSON


The Gongs

(MUSIC) For some time, New York-via-Scotland act Momus (a.k.a. Nick Currie) has taken up residence in the stranger byways of electronic music, notably on the wonderfully creepy Philosophy of Momus. Recently he's started a new label, American Patchwork, featuring artists working in a similar electro-folky vein. Particularly remarkable are the Gongs, a quartet whose music is made through amplified, polytonal gongs and an array of instruments assembled from driftwood and electronic components. The result is to folk what dub is to reggae: folk with its insides emptied out, leaving behind only a tenuous, electronic shell. It's like a soundtrack for post-urban locales, suggestive of nothing so much as strip malls, vacant lots, and old hubcaps abandoned on a beach. (Graceland, 109 Eastlake Ave E, 262-0482, doors at 8 pm, show at 9:30 pm, $8.) COLIN BOOY


The Waxwings

(MUSIC) Though they hail from Detroit, the Waxwings play music so sunny you can almost smell the vintage citrus crispness of Sea & Ski tan lotion. (Doesn't the mere mention of that lovely olfactory memory bring a shiver to your is-you-or-is-you-ain't-my-summer frustrated heart?) Guitars and tambourines jangle, a Farfisa hoots away, and just try not to stop and smell the harmonies on Shadows of the Waxwings, out just now on Bobsled Records. This is the show to see for any old reason, any old reason at all. Think you'll hate it and I promise you won't. Think you'll love it and yes, goddamnit, you surely will. (Graceland, 109 Eastlake Ave E, 262-0482, $7.) KATHLEEN WILSON