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Canadians are no doubt used to leaving a chunk of their identity at the border when they travel south—dispiriting, I’m sure, especially if you happen to be rock stars back home. Yet the Tragically Hip persist: For over a decade, the band’s continued to book American club dates when it could be playing to sold-out stadium crowds in the north. The upside is that intimacy becomes the band’s friendly reduction of vintage R.E.M. jangle and Stones-y guitar punch. The music’s more nuanced than it seems—just rent The Sweet Hereafter, which is filled with moody Hip originals. I’ve seen the band play to throngs of indie hipsters who couldn’t be bothered and to devastated homeowners on the banks of a flooded Mississippi. Come hell or high water, the band refused to phone it in. At 7 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $15. (202) 393-0930. (Brett Anderson)