My brother is a Marine who can’t listen to Celine Dion without crying, so the better concert choice for him is probably George Thorogood & the Destroyers, who play The Smith Center on February 27 ($35-$75). Thorogood started his career covering classics by Bo Diddley (“Who Do You Love”), Hank Williams (“Move It on Over”), and John Lee Hooker (“One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer”), but he’d just be another hard-working blues rocker if he hadn’t written “Bad to the Bone.” That’s the tune that gets Thorogood the most airplay and made him the pride of Delaware.
Tongues Will Wag
Miley Cyrus brings her Bangerz tour to the MGM Grand Garden Arena on March 1 ($63.50-$93.50), and she says she wants to be taken seriously as a vocalist. But it’s hard to see past the sheer spectacle. I’m talking about her sequined unitard festooned with cannabis leaves, the backup dancer dressed like a gigantic blunt, the point in the show where Miley slides down an enormous replica of her own tongue, the part where she sings atop a 20-foot hot dog suspended in the air. What is this crazy hillbilly going to do next? Check out the merch table: the “Marry Me Miley” T-shirts, the souvenir underwear, the Bangerz rolling papers. Miley’s got some impressive pipes, but as she writhes around the stage, twerking here, sticking out her tongue there, I can’t help but think she’s giving some of us the finger, even if it is only made out of foam.
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What do we want? Childish Gambino tickets. When do we want ’em? Preferably before May 2, when Gambino plays the Chelsea ($30). I’ll miss Donald Glover on Community, but I’m totally OK with Childish Gambino conquering Troy. This rap stuff is magic.