FRIDAY

Forgive Mekons singer/goddess Sally Timms for not being her band’s best PR agent. Nonetheless, she and her bandmates are your friends—really. After more than a dozen albums—their latest is the smart, weepy Journey to the End of the Night—the Mekons haven’t left your side. They haven’t been relegated to Rhino’s back-catalogue hell, won Grammys, or received drool-soaked smoochies from Punk Planet. After two decades, they are still just about the best band around, and they’re still your friends. Timms wants you to come to their show so bad that she’s willing to offer some helpful hints. Dress Code: “If you have a truly fantastic body, flaunt it. Come naked. But if you’re incredibly a beast, cover yourself thoroughly. Maybe wear some protective garment. No fluorescent greens or oranges.” What You’ll Get: “The audience can expect to see people in their early to late 40s, and one who is 52, make complete fools of themselves. If there’s something cathartic in that, that’s great.” What They Won’t Play: “I don’t know. We’d play ‘Freebird’ if we knew how to play it.” Post-Show Hangover Remedies: “If it’s really dire just carry on drinking and slowly ease out of it. That’s when it’s really terrible; just stay drunk. My remedy is usually a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs and lemon ice Gatorade. [Or] lay in bed and feel sorry for yourself. Doesn’t cure the hangover, but it’s fun.” With Johnny Dowd and the Rapture at 9:30 p.m. Friday, March 10, at the Black Cat, 1831 14th St. NW. $10. (202) 667-7960. (Jason Cherkis)