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Too much is never enough
We don't know much about Scout Niblett, but we know all about the White Stripes, plus more

Talent Scout

Things we know about Scout Niblett: she’s from Nottingham (that’s in England); her Christian name is Emma Louise; she’s given to wearing garish blond wigs and heavy make-up; after one record and one EP of shambling meanderings sung in an otherworldly coo that drew more than a few comparisons with a puissant pussycat named Chan Marshall, she’s learned to play drums and ukulele and seems to have stumbled upon used copies of Nirvana’s Bleach, PJ Harvey’s Dry, and the Melvins’ Bullhead, divining inspiration accordingly. Her forthcoming new I Am (Secretly Canadian) is a white-magic spellbook of curious chords and eldritch incantations; she’ll be at T.T. the Bear’s Place in Central Square on September 2 and again at St. James Episcopal Church in Amesbury on September 5 to play from it. Aside from that, we can’t say much except that she’s one strange bird and we like her a lot. Tickets are $8 for the T.T.’s show (call 617-931-2000) and $5 for the St. James show (call 978-388-0030).

Art and artifice

Andover sculptor Pat Keck has always been fascinated by humanoid forms that seem but aren’t quite sentient creatures: scarecrows, dummies, robots, puppets. Captivated by the iconography of ritual and tribal art, totemic idols, man-made-men archetypes like Frankenstein’s monster, Pinocchio, and the Golem, and informed by the æsthetics of Vaudeville, punk, and glam rock, her mechanical, often interactive figures provoke a vague uneasiness, not just because of their spooky appearance but because of the questions they raise about what it means to be human. From September 13 through January 28, the DeCordova Museum and Sculpture Park in Lincoln will host "Puppets, Ghosts and Zombies: The Sculpture of Pat Keck," a restrospective of the art she’s been making since the 1970s; call (781) 259-8355.

White Noise

Could it be that the bright lights of fame are shining a bit too hotly on Jack and Meg White’s pristine pants and pale pancake make-up? Is it possible that Detroit’s favorite "siblings" since Ron and Scott Asheton are . . . (gulp) . . . overexposed? We don’t want to believe it, but we also can’t help noticing that it’s black and white and red all over these days. They’re on the cover Spin (again), which votes Jack White the numero uno "most bad-ass" person in rock and extols the Stripes for "holding their own [on the charts] against Christina Aguilera, Justin Timberlake, and Jewel." Then there’s Mr. White’s falling into a Hollywood romance with squinty ingénue and mercenary weight gainer Renée Zellweger — who for all we know could have caused the car accident that broke his fretting finger and thereby scuttled their scheduled appearance at FleetBoston Pavilion on July 20. But when a Quicktime video of said finger, flayed like a science-class frog and being poked and prodded by sterile scalpels, showed up on the Web, we began to wonder whether it all mightn’t be too much. That said, we still love the new record. And we commend them for keeping their word. The Stripes will return to make up for that cancellation, trading July Harbor views for late-autumn mill-town dinginess as an act of atonement. They’ll be at the Tsongas Arena in Lowell on November 21. FleetBoston tix will be honored, and an additional batch is on sale now, at $32.50; call (617) 931-2000.

Do say Ain’t

The Huntington Theatre Company’s 2003-2004 season kicks off on September 12 with a month-plus-long production of Ain’t Misbehavin’, the boisterous musical revue built around the music of Fats Waller that also happens to be celebrating its 25th anniversary this year. Sit riveted as the stride-piano colossus is revivified on stage, with his frenetic ragtime-inflected hits — from "The Joint Is Jumping" to "Honeysuckle Rose" to "T’Ain’t Nobody’s Biz-ness If I Do" — walloping the place from wall to wall and the Harlem Renaissance blooming again. Staged at the Boston University Theatre, Ain’t Misbehavin’ runs September 12 through October 19, and tickets are $14 to $69; call (617) 931-ARTS.


Issue Date: August 22 - August 28, 2003
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