Incorporating collage techniques is common in modern art, from literature to movies. But using cut-ups in his music wasn’t enough for Throbbing Gristle and Psychic TV frontman Genesis P-Orridge and his wife, Lady Jaye. They also became living art. Known together as Breyer P-Orridge, the two underwent body-modification surgeries to become as alike as possible, leaving their binary genders behind for a pandrogynous blend. Marie Losier’s documentary The Ballad of Genesis and Lady Jaye follows their transformation, which came to a tragic end when Lady Jaye died in 2007, a victim of stomach cancer. The film uses collage elements to tell the couple’s story, but ultimately their tale isn’t about art—it’s about the most encompassing, passionate, and dedicated kind of love a human can experience. As P-Orridge says in the movie, “There’s this moment where you just want to consume each other, and not be individuals anymore.” The film shows all week at E Street Cinema, 555 11th St. NW. $11. (202) 452-7672. (Christopher Porter)


Daiseygate continues! Embattled, now-apologetic monologist Mike Daisey appears tonight with the artistic leadership of Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company for a discussion about his work The Agony and the Ecstasy of Mike Daisey and its upcoming restaging at the playhouse. Should get testy! Will definitely be well-attended, so line up early or make a reservation with the box office at (202) 393-3939. 7 p.m. at Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company, 641 D St. NW. Free.


Jazz guitarists tend to focus their sets on upbeat stuff, which lets them show their facility on the tricky instrument and work out their swing chops.Davy Mooney is no exception. He plays with a glowing tone with lots of oaky resonance around the edges, and a singular harmonic signature with an unusual but effective predilection for dissonant passing chords. He is a serious craftsman at high tempos, too, working at such blending speed and agility that it can sound like he’s playing slide guitar when navigating the changes. Where Mooney really shines, though, is when he plays ballads. His subtle melodic progressions and delicate chordings evoke the feeling of a delicate piece of sculpted glass, full of intricate detail but requiring very careful handling by a sensitive observer. Go for the ballads, therefore—but stay for the swingers. Mooney performs with his trio at 8 and 10 p.m. at Blues Alley, 1073 Wisconsin Ave. NW. $20. (Michael J. West.)


A lot has changed at Capitol Lounge over the years. A 2005 fire consumed much of the kitschy decor, including a vast collection of soccer scarfs and political paraphernalia adorning the walls. Well, save for the longstanding Marion Barry campaign sign in the stairwell. The menu is a lot different, too, with executive chef Teddy Folkman of Granville Moore’s coming in to upgrade the bar fare, introducing sliders made from Angus beef and a BLT with Applewood-smoked bacon, among other things. But the house’s “classic wings,” as they’re described on the menu, taste exactly the same way they did more than a decade ago. That’s because Folkman has stuck by the original recipe—-1 pound of butter per 1 gallon of Frank’s Red Hot Sauce—-while upgrading to some meatier poultry parts. Tuesdays are the still the best time to get them. Just a quarter a piece (with a two-drink minimum). Capitol Lounge, 229 Pennsylvania Ave. SE, (202) 547-2098