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Adam Faucett: Arkansas' Adam Faucett pens poetry and sets it to music. But not in any awful way like that idea might suggest. The lyrics swing between literal-confessional to the metaphoric-dramatic monologue, and the honey-toned guitars uphold the themes of longing and loss. Seeking solice in history and its lessons, Faucett's latest, It Took the Shape of a Bird, finds him writing from the perspective of an abused orphan, a New Orleans call girl, and a heartsick suicide case, "I guess I'm just your Mackay-Bennett" (a Mackay-Bennett is a ship used to recover bodies from the Titanic). Single-picked notes circle like a boat, sifting through wreckage to make sure nothing's left in the relationship to save. Steeped in trad folk and roots, Faucett's work is reverent without feeling stiff or imitative. Hints of good-old Yankee blues creep into his open-throated chortle, but mostly Faucett stays subtle, allowing pain to build, for inevitable catharsis. In short, this is honest music, rich with the legacy of a true southerner. With Carlos Arzate and Freddy Parish on Thursday, September 13. Club Congress 311 East Congress St. Doors at 7 p.m. Free. 21+ —B.S. Eliot

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Olivia Gatwood: Smart, sexy and a damn good poet, 26-year-old Oliva Gatwood could be a reluctant mouthpiece for the post-#metoo world. Born in Albuquerque, Gatwood is a certified Sexual Assault Prevention educator when not writing or performing. Her hard-smacking, matter-of-fact take on being a 21st century woman in Trump's America is catching on with readers and podcast listeners the world over. Last year, her book, New American Best Friend, won the Goodreads Poetry Award and the Button Poetry prize (both mad competitive) while her performance skills landed her a finalist in the National Poetry Slam. As an openly queer and sex-positive, Gatwood's thoughts on the male gaze, the sensuality of a female lover's hands and her relationship with her dad come off both relevant and authentic. Precisely rendered, her words never suffer the pitfalls of knee-jerk anger, rather weave a complex, searching viewpoint with poise, candor and dash of astutely-observed humor that's beyond her years. With Joaquina Mertz on Tuesday, September 18. 191 Toole. Doors at 7 p.m. $12-$15. All ages. —B.S. Eliot

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Fanna-Fi-Allah (FFA) play ecstatic devotional songs that build into what some might call sustained aural orgasms with god. See, seven practitioners chant, clap hands and drum beneath soaring melodies. So enraptured are the devotees, filled up and enveloped by centuries of musical tradition, channeling the power of millions of Pakistani and Indian Sufi devotees before them that this music actually frightens and embarrasses the modest, Protestant ear. Twenty-two years ago some curious kids from Nova Scotia began to study Qawwali music. They took Sufi names, formed FFA, and journeyed to South Asia to study with mentees of perhaps the world's greatest singer, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. Busking and praying, FFA traveled to traditional shrines and festivals all over the world. Tabla player Aminah Chishti amassed such fierce technical prowess that she is the first woman ever allowed to perform at Sufi sacred sites. FFA promotes tolerance and inclusion with every inhale and exhale. Friday, September 14, Rialto Theatre, 318 E. Congress. Doors at 7 p.m. $32-$42. All ages. —B.S. Eliot

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Dan Stuart: He's one of them Old-Pueblo gems, even if the dude doesn't actually reside here. You'll recall how Dan Stuart and his woozy-brilliant Green on Red stumbled from the Fourth Avenue punk rock scene into worldwide success back in the 1980s and '90s. In more recent years he'd been holed up in Mexico reclaiming his soul and writing books and making records as alter-ego Marlowe Billings. And it's great work, his best. Every damn note and word of it; in fact, Willy Vlautin ain't got nothin' on him. So now this singer-songwriter-novelist is back "home" for a residency at a local watering hole, but for six weeks only. He'll burp up Green on Red faves and solo chestnuts, spin yarns and invite old pals up to join him in the din. After that, Stuart will take his brand-new album and its corresponding novel, The Unfortunate Demise of Marlowe Billings, to Europe, beginning with a UK tour. By the way, The Unfortunate Demise novel details a broken-hearted ex-pat who turns to adventure and crime when there's nothing left for him but the exultant love for his son (beautifully captured in the song "Here Comes My Boy," off the album). Stuart's witty and caustic, and his yarns brim with the kind of profundities only a literate, eagle-eyed ex-pat can muster. Indeed, these low-key evenings should be fun. Wednesdays from Sept. 12 to Oct. 24. The Dusty Monk Pub, 201 N. Court Ave. Free. All ages. 7:30 p.m.-9 p.m. —B.S. Eliot

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