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Back in the ’70s, when glam ruled, there was a 10-minute period when no one cared about your gender, sexual preference, or planet of origin. One sexually ambiguous cosmic scamp (who didn’t get Bowie’s level of publicity) was Brett Smiley. The impossibly androgynous songbird was discovered by one Andrew Loog Oldham, who had previously played Svengali for the Stones. The two recorded some beautiful songs together (including the vampy near-hit “Va Va Va Voom”), but, alas, it was not meant to be. Someone snorted the contract and signed the coke vial, and somehow Breathlessly Brett slipped through the cracks. Smiley had a complete breakdown and retreated. He’s been lured out for a few shows, but we should all be very gentle with him. No yelling, no excessive praise, lest he skitter back to his velvet tinmine for another 20 years. Smiley plays with the Parlour Scouts at 8:30 p.m. at the Warehouse Next Door, 1017 7th St. NW. $7. (202) 783-3933. (David Dunlap Jr.)