Tom Morello, Uh Huh Her, and more

Sound Gallery

The second annual Clapperclaw Music & Arts Festival will cover two floors of Minneapolis's Sound Gallery. Co-organizers Dom Davis and Matt Perkins both described the event as something creatively distinct from last year's, with Davis adding, "Our focus this year was expanding within a single location, shaping the intensity of last year's two days into a sharpened and more interactive one-day extravaganza." Whereas last year's event scheduled some 20 musical performances, this year's hosts only nine, mixing DJs with a list of live acts that includes the XYZ Affair, Big Quarters, and Doomtree's Cecil Otter. In addition to musical performances, Perkins described a new addition to the festival: "Like last year, we set out to highlight some other art elements like fashion, theatrics, and local artists represented in an unconventional gallery space. This year we are doing the same thing except we replaced the theatrical component that was created by Lamb Lays with Lion with local films." Also new to the festival this year is a $5 "happy hour," which buys you admission and, thanks to some of this year's sponsors, free drinks. 4 p.m. $5/$12 after 7 p.m. 414 Third Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.8918. —Chris DeLine

SUNDAY 11.09


Varsity Theater

Uh Huh Her...and her, too
Uh Huh Her...and her, too

Wintersleep may hail from Halifax, Nova Scotia, but the group's sound is distinctly and quintessentially American: brusque yet romantic, contemplative yet adventurous. Singer Paul Murphy has a captivating, empathic voice—a cross between Eddie Vedder and Michael Stipe—that winds through the quartet's expansive, gradual songs like a dirt road bisecting an autumn countryside. He takes pleasure in holding on to lyrics a mite too long, unearthing unexplainable emotions therein. The music—a patient strain of folky post-rock that often catches the ear unawares with its sudden mood swings—sometimes seems to exist as a refuge for Murphy, a reflective, melancholy shawl of sound that doubles as a coat of arms. Don't sleep on this show. With Portugal. The Man, Earl Greyhound. All ages. $12/$14 at the door. 4:30 p.m. 1308 Fourth St. SE, Minneapolis; 612.604.0222. —Ray Cummings

MONDAY 11.10

Amos Lee

O'Shaughnessy Auditorium

Philly native Amos Lee is the kind of soul-folk singer and thoughtful songwriter whose delivery and songs alternately suggest the likes of John Prine, Bill Withers, James Taylor, and Al Green. His often yearning, raspy yowl etches tales of fractured love, hardscrabble pain and woe, and bittersweet survival. Lee's latest, Last Days at the Lodge (Blue Note), adds a dose of the blues and some hints of rock amid soul more oriented to Memphis than Pennsylvania. Fellow Quaker Stater Priscilla Ahn's breathy voice is pretty in the best sense of the word, a whispery, tone-pure instrument that matches the lilting folk-pop dominating her debut album, A Good Day (Blue Note). She can sound a little coy, especially when her lyrics flirt with girlish reveries. But interesting angles reveal themselves as the songs seep in, such as the hints of carnivalesque dissonance in "Astronaut" and her swirling multi-tracked vocals on "Red Cape." $22-$25. 7:30 p.m. 2004 Randolph Ave., St. Paul; 651.690.6700. —Rick Mason


Tom Morello: The Nightwatchman

Fine Line Music Cafe

For a Harvard chap, Tom Morello certainly offers plenty of plebian dissent. The Ivy Leaguer's accolades are nearly too numerous to mention, and he's certainly one of the few rock guitarists to carry as much political notoriety as musical fame. Rage Against the Machine shouldn't waste too much precious ink or paper—their impact upon an impressionable youth, both musically and culturally, is as extensively documented as Sarah Palin's campaign spending. What merits the most pertinent attention is Morello's acoustic turn as the Nightwatchman. Gone is the emulated turntablism that Morello eked out of his six-string in Rage, forgotten are the thudding power chords that padded his treasury in Audioslave. What remains is something much more naked and intellectually invasive. For all of Rage's romping and stomping, it's Morello on a beat-up Epiphone that makes his diatribes all the more percussive and real. With Boots Riley of the Coup. 18+. $25. 7 p.m. 318 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.338.8100. —David Hansen

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