There’s still time to nominate local icons for Best of D.C.
You are a hardcore screamer, and after a couple of church-basement gigs, you realize that people think you are cute and serious and must be worshipped. This doesn’t happen to everybody, but it happened to youeven though you are rail-thin, and you kinda stink, and when people talk to you they have a hard time understanding what you’re really saying. Still, the kids love your politics and your werewolf-in-indie-D.C. vibe. You denounce hippies, and then, after a few years, you start to sound like one yourself, preaching love, peace, and freeing Arthur Lee. And still you are able to make it into CMJ, album after album after album. This is your fate, Ian Svenonius, a glorious fate born out of hard work and matching outfits. But at what point do you turn into a ’70s Jaggeryou know, into pure schtick? The jury is still out. Svenonius’ Scene Creamers play with Mr. Quintron & Miss Pussycat at 10 p.m. at the Metro Cafe, 1522 14th St. NW. (202) 588-9118. $8. (Jason Cherkis)