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• Mukund Rao and Blue Note's Amos Lee strum a few tunes tonight at Freddy's Backroom in Brooklyn. Someone you've actually heard of — not bad for a dive bar on Wednesday. [Freddy's]
• The City Council exposes itself to sunlight long enough to pretend it cares about the environment. Get your crunchy on tonight at Stuyvesant Cove Park for the panel discussion "City Council and the Greening of NYC." [Solar1]
• The O Brother, Where Are Thou soundtrack may be the only bluegrass you've ever heard, but you liked it nonetheless. Ralph Stanley of such fame plays tonight, for free, at Rockefeller Park. [flavorpill]

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• As part of the Museum Mile festival, the nine museums on 5th Avenue between 82nd and 105th Streets open their doors for free today. Here's your chance to skirt the $15 recommended donation at the Met with a clean conscience. [flavorpill]
• Michael Showalter, of Stella and The Baxter fame, performs at Rififi at 10pm tonight. Granted, The Baxter didn't inspire so much as a chuckle, but these things are allegedly funnier in person. [Paper]
• Radiohead play Madison Square Garden tonight; Sonic Youth play CBGBs. You play "Grand Theft Auto San Andreas" at home because you were either too lazy to get a ticket ahead of time or too poor to deal with scalpers. [Upcoming]

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In some sincerely nauseating news from this weekend, gay singer Kevin Aviance was violently beaten late Friday night (or very early Saturday morning, if you prefer) on his way home in the East Village. Four men, ranging in ages from 16 to 20, have been arrested in connection to the incident and charged with first-degree assault as a hate crime.

From the wilds of Harlem comes a heartwarming story of a playground, a park official, and his beloved cock. A scrappy rooster, perhaps a retired cockfighter, has taken up residence at the Frederick Johnson playground, pecking and crowing and shitting all over its perch on the monkeybars for the past two weeks. And while he may not be as patriotic as the DHS's terror turkey, the Harlem cock is a great, exciting pet:

• The Marijuana Policy Project throws itself an awards party at Capitale tonight hosted by resident lefties Tim Robbins and Susan Sarandon, Weeds star Mary-Louise Parker, and, uh, Montel Williams. Tickets are a staggering $300, which seems like an awfully high price for something that's not even guaranteed to get you stoned. But being near Montel is worth at least $250. [MPP]
• Mintyfresh, a stand-up comic showcase, hits Mo Pitkins. We can't guarantee it'll make you laugh, but maybe it'll distract you from those Radiohead tickets you didn't get. [Upcoming]
• Having had his fill with dead Somalis and Columbian drug lords, Black Hawk Down author Mark Bowden turns his attention to the 1979 Iranian hostage crisis in his latest book, Guests of the Ayatollah, which he discusses today at the Barnes and Noble at Union Square. Not one for levity, that Bowden. [flavorpill]

Jennifer Lopez was the unofficial queen of yesterday's Puerto Rican Day parade, appearing with her husband Marc Anthony, who was made to feel important by acting as the parade's grand marshal. Lopez, however, was the real attraction — as you may recall, Jenny is from "the block" in the Bronx, making her presence all the more poignant. Walking with Senator Hillary Clinton and a lusty Mayor Bloomberg, Lopez made her people proud by walking 20 blocks in a flashy dress and high heels. In fact, revelers were so moved by her sacrifice that the event went off without so much as a stabbing or wilding.

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Friday:
• The day of days is finally here: Lindsay and Meryl hit the big screen in A Prairie Home Companion. Judge the firecrotch in all her artistic glory. [flavorpill]
• Take a silent auction, subtract the Franzia and cheese cubes, and add a keg. Should be fun until people start breaking the art over their heads. [Gothamist]
• Former Page Sixer Ian Spiegelman reads from his novel, Welcome to Yesterday. Go and ask him about Doug Dechert. Trust us. [NYM]

Amazing what shows up in the inbox sometimes. This one is from an otherwise-reputable serious reporter, who wouldn't be feeding us misinformation:

Famous Fat Dave is a cabbie. He's also a gourmand, and he's also a bit of self-promoter (we say that admiringly), and so we found in our inbox a few weeks ago a press release from Mr. Fat Dave pushing his "Five Borough Eating Tour on the Wheels of Steel." There was no question we were interested, and there was no question who'd go a-touring; this was the perfect assignment for Gawker mascot (and glutton for all things) Andrew Krucoff. After the jump, Kruc, avec photog, hails Fat Dave's cab, picks up his roommate and a pair of comedians to help punch up his material, and heads out for a night of taxiing and eating, taxiing and eating.

• What's better than Pearl Jam? Pearl Jam music, with a full choir, and an open bar. Hear "Alive" in four-part harmony for a good cause. [Brooklyn Lyceum]
• David Goodwillie reads from his memoir Seemed Like A Good Idea at the Time, which follows the escapades of a party-loving writer. Nothing too familiar to you people, we're sure. [McNally Robinson]
• IKEA without the meatballs: Jorge Pardo uses everyday furniture to make highbrow art. See what a folding chair can do tonight at the Friedrich Petzel Gallery. [flavorpill]

Because every New Yorker ends up spending an irritating amount of time in Duane Reade, it seems only natural that advertisers would capitalize on our enslavement to the drugstore:

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Speaking of fabulous, expensive residences, we confess that we've always been a bit fascinated by Bob Guccione's legendary mansion on the Upper East Side. It's supposed to be the single biggest private residence in Manhattan — some 20,000 square feet in two 24-foot-wide townhouses combined since 1920 — it's got that famous pool, and we always admired that the man who made his fortune out-raunching Hef chose to live not in, say, the San Fernando Valley, but across the street from Rockefellers on East 67th. So when we were offered a chance to tour the place — as part of Penthouse's financial implosion, Gooch lost the house, and it's now for sale — we grabbed roving photog Eliot Shepard and made our first trip in months to the Upper East Side. After the jump, our afternoon in the spacious (and — don't get your hopes up — entirely porn-free) splendor of 14-16 East 67th Street, courtesy of the Corcoran brokers Leighton Candler and Lisa Simonsen.

• Druh Trav comes all the way from the Czech Republic for some "Eastern Bloc Bluegrass." We'd no idea they have banjoes over there, but more power to 'em. [flavorpill]
• A free screening of an air guitar documentary? God is smiling upon you. Smile back tonight at Rockefeller Center. [Upcoming]
• McSweeney's takes Bryant Park by storm for their Sleep and Ice Tour. It's not so much a rock show as a book reading, but you take what you can get. [McSweeney's]

Where there is Anderson there must be Gawker. It's a law of physics. So we sent intrepid Intern Neel last night to A-Coop's big reading at the Union Square Barnes & Noble, hoping he'd catch a big enough eyeful of our hero for everyone. Alas, things did not go quite as planned. After the jump, Neel's report.