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It’s the ultimate rock-nerd debate: When do dinosaur acts become total embarrassments? Roger Daltrey appeared on an album cover as a half-horse/half-man. The Rolling Stones reintroduced the world to the poetry that is “Harlem Shuffle.” Neil Young wrote “Let’s Roll.” Patti Smith is still Patti Smith. VH1 even wrangled a reality show out of the burning issue. (Will that guy from Berlin agree to reunite with his old bandmates for one night of glory?) But we can’t call for a total ban on comebacks—see Loretta Lynn’s amazing Van Lear Rose for proof. All of this having been said, we now must consider Blondie. Debbie Harry & Co. got the reunion treatment a few years back with No Exit, and they even scored a hit single. But now they’re trying again. Nothing will ever prevent cheesy dance clubs from spinning “Rapture” on ’80s night, nor keep Harry (pictured) from portraying tired-looking waitresses in independent films—not even the new album, The Curse of Blondie. At least you’ll always have “Atomic” when Blondie plays at 7 p.m. Monday, May 10, at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $40. (703) 218-6500. (Jason Cherkis)