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For a couple of decades now, Steve Forbert’s been pushing the envelope as both a serious singer-songwriter and rugged, barroom rock aesthete in the vein of Southside Johnny or the Boss. His successes have been sporadic (1979’s Jackrabbit Slim is one), mostly because his wisdom has never equaled his lyrical ambition, and his bands have never been able to buck and kick the way the songs begged them to. Age and a few former E Streeters have done Forbert a great service on Mission of the Crossroad Palms. At last, Forbert’s music is delivered by messengers who know how to make narratives rock, and, now that the singer has more than his fair share of missed opportunities behind him, his cracked voice has a reason to sound so full of regret. At 8 p.m. at the Barns of Wolftrap, 1624 Trap Rd., Vienna. $15. (703) 938-2404.