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Sometimes Doug Martsch seems like a good candidate for a bad porn flick. No, no, it’s not that I want to see him get naked; it’s just that he’s so ordinary in bearing. The plot: Doug, a mild-mannered, noticeably gifted Idaho guitarist, joins several bands over the years, finally heading up a trio called Built to Spill. (Let’s use that as the movie’s title, too.) He mostly makes sweet and loud albums for indie nerds but eventually catches the ears of the Rock Gods by capably covering songs like Ozzy’s “Mr. Crowley” and Neil Young’s “Cortez the Killer.” The Rock Gods are busy, so they dispatch some leather-clad nymphettes to transform Doug into a monstrous guitar hero. But instead of succumbing to their wiles, Doug records a slide-guitar blues album (in real life, 2002’s Now You Know) and then takes Built to Spill back out on the road. The nymphettes, bored and frustrated, turn to big-boned American Idol contestants. Martsch and his crew perform, mostly clothed, with Mike Johnson at 8:30 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $18. (202) 397-7328. (Joe Warminsky)