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Anyone noticed the unusual contrast in the latest Nike commercial? The ad, which has been airing during the baseball playoffs, opens with a shot of muscular millionaire slugger Jason Giambi practicing his swing and looking longingly at the Yankee Stadium wall measurements. It turns into a Big Apple paean, showcasing a series of NYC landmarks with fence-distance markings superimposed (Staten Island Ferry, 78,315 feet; Verrazano Narrows Bridge, 92,874 feet) over their familiar frames. Those images are accompanied by a hard-to-recognize Mooney Suzuki garage-rock version of Cole Porter’s “Don’t Fence Me In.” How do we know it’s the Mooney Suzuki? One of the sights shown is the Roseland Ballroom, whose marquee is plastered with the words “The Mooney Suzuki.” Does the fact that the black-clad New York rockers—who probably spend more time in bars than at the gym—seem to have little in common with Nike’s pricey sweatshop-made athletic image really matter? Nope—especially to the lads in the band: Like other ads involving hipster musicians, this is all about getting a little publicity and paying the bills. See Mooney Suzuki (wearing Air Jordans?) with Sahara Hot Nights and Stellastarr* at 10 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $10. (202) 393-0930. (Steve Kiviat)