The set is like a giant utility closet—too many brooms, a hammock woven out of extension cords, and clumps of clothes hangers drooping like wisteria from the ceiling. Nothing in this piece by New York choreographer John Jasperse could be bought; it's all found or stolen. The gimmick is good and the dance is soft and hypnotic, a corporeal white noise punctuated by occasional hysteria: a little slam dancing, some comical folding and unfolding of blue jeans. With live musical accompaniment by electric harpist Zeena Parkins and some bagpipers. (On the Boards, 100 W Roy St, 217-9888. 8 pm, $24.)