Minnesota Zoo Weesner Amphitheater

On last year's Real Animal, Alejandro Escovedo took an autobiographical stroll through a history as remarkable as any rock 'n' roll survivor's, especially one who is among the most talented songwriters of his generation. Although a member of the musically gifted Escovedo clan, he forged his own path right from the start, traversing punk, new wave, no wave, cowpunk, and exploring threads of folk and country. And he's flirted with death, now living with Hepatitis C for more than a half-decade. Love, pain, and loss dominate Escovedo's songs, and he writes about them with rare intelligence, full of emotion but never maudlin. And whether they're ballads, chamber pop, or snarly rockers, they synthesize a broad swath of styles, from glam rock to Tejano. Escovedo embodies the rock 'n' roll spirit—he's a real animal who should howl at the zoo. With Romantica. All ages. $25. 7:30 p.m. 13000 Zoo Blvd., Apple Valley; 952.431.9200. —Rick Mason

SUNDAY 8.9

Daughtry

Cabooze

Erstwhile flannel-flyers may find themselves aghast at what their beloved genre has become in Chris Daughtry's callused hands: "adult grunge contemporary," excessively earnest bombast topped with apsirational, growly lyrics about self-improvement. (See also: David Cook. Fuckin' American Idol, right?) But Daughtry humped the charts for a long time and spawned a slew of singles (look for his new disc, Leave This Town, to be similarly popular) because that sincerity came off as heartfelt, and because Daughtry and the gaggle of songwriters backing him remembered that the Creed/Foo Fighters/Staind build-then-surf-the-blare imperative wasn't a fluke formula—it was the golden key to winning hearts and minds from coast to coast, listeners who could relate to the frustrations and pitfalls inherent in striving to be the best self one can be while pulling double duty as a spouse and a parent. That Daughtry toiled in local bands and as a car-dealership service advisor prior to his music career exploding certainly didn't hurt. All ages. $20. 6 p.m. 917 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612.338.6425. Ray Cummings

MONDAY 8.10

Chickenfoot

Myth

Putting its abject, aesthetic abomination of a band name aside, supergroup Chickenfoot are—and admitting this feels wrong in so many ways—more fun than three barrels of monkeys, or at least more fun than half a case of Cabo Wabo-brand tequila. Debut Chickenfoot is more or less '80s cock-rawk cliché city, with lots of het-up "yeahs" and guitar solos threatening to spiral outta control, along with more subtle-as-a-bomb sexual innuendos than you can shake an Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery DVD at. At the same time, who else in rock right now has the balls to run rampant with this sort of graying horny-toad tomfoolery? In their way, songs like "Sexy Little Thing" and "My Kinda Girl" are more shocking than anything else happening in popular music right now. Let's hope Chickenfoot can last longer than Velvet Revolver did—if only to keep singer Sammy Hagar's career alive, to keep Joe Satriani's digits limber, and to waylay indefinitely, by way of drummer Chad Smith's involvement, the release of yet another insipid Red Hot Chili Peppers snoozer. All ages. $50. 6:30 p.m. 3090 Southlawn Dr., Maplewood; 651.779.6984. —Ray Cummings

TUESDAY 8.11

The Breeders

Fine Line Music Cafe

The sisters Deal—that's sometimes Pixies bassist Kim, and Kelley, formerly known as the Kelley Deal 5000—sure seem to enjoy making Breeders' fanatics' lives difficult. In 1990, they drop Pod, an album of twisted, sinuous alt-rock. In 1993, they go gold with the "Cannonball"-led Last Splash, a more user-friendly gloss on what Pod started. Then—excepting Kim's morose, slurred Pacer album (as the Amps), scuttlebutt about Kelley's smack problem, and a couple of Kelly Deal 5000 discs—nothing. For nine years. Then 2002 rolls around, and the Breeders rebound with the spookily disjointed (yet still amazing) Title TK. Fast-forward six more years—lord help us—and Mountain Battles finds 'em singing in German and Spanish and generally turning our idea of who they are and what they do on its ear. Given the release of the Fade to Fatal EP this past spring, the Deals appear to be back on the job full-time. But you never know. With Whispertown 2000. 18+. $20. 7:30 p.m. 318 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.338.8100. —Ray Cummings

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