A BADASSSSS MUSICAL Almost forty years ago, Melvin Van Peebles released Sweet Sweetback's Badasssss Song, a film that became required viewing for the Black Panthers and set the template for blaxploitation. Tonight Van Peebles presents a work-in-progress musical theater version of the flick -- complete with a well endowed, smooth-talking hero and with Burnt Sugar the Arkestra Chamber filling the role of Earth Wind and Fire as soundtrack suppliers.

BRICstudio // 647 Fulton St, Brooklyn // 8p // $10 // more info // directions

KISS AND MAKE UP The Unsound Festival, an electronic music to-do that's been going on in Krakow, Poland for the past four years, is hitting New York for its first Stateside venture this week. Tonight is one of our favorite events in the whole schedule, a screening of two Andy Warhol films -- Kiss and Blow Job, which are both long, single shots of faces during the acts described in the titles -- with live soundtracks provided by iconic dance music producers Carl Craig and nsi. It's gonna be all analogue and sound real good, and we're shocked it's not sold out yet. If you wanna go, get tickets soon.

Walter Reade Theater // 165 W 65th St, Manhattan // 7.30p and 9.30p // $25 // more info // directions

ONE HUNDRED YEARS, DANCING AROUND ONE MAN Unsound continues tonight with a very cool program presenting a take on dance music over the last hundred years, with Moritz Von Oswald as the centerpiece.

To begin the night, the in-house LPR ensemble performs works by Ravel and Mussorgsky, early 20th century composers who were recently reinterpreted by Carl Craig and Von Oswald. Moritz, himself, then performs live with a new never-before-seen-Stateside band, followed immediately thereafter with a DJ set by Levon Vincent, a rising star of dance music, whose productions have doubtlessly been inspired by the legendary 'dub techno' inventor's dripping, minimal compositions.

Le Poisson Rouge // 158 Bleecker St, Manhattan // 10p // $20 // more info // directions

BRASS BAND BOWL We spent last weekend in New Orleans eating oysters fried, raw and every other which way; and watching parades magically materialize around brass bands in the street at all times of the day. (Check the Drum Corps filled with eleven and twelve-year-olds that marched by our room early Saturday afternoon.)

No matter how little we pay attention to sports and the Super Bowl most of the time, we can't pull ourselves away this year. Folks from New Orleans, who've never seen their team make it this far, are going bananas, and the spirit has extended all the way up to these parts. Your best bet to be in the thick of it without getting on a flight to The Big Easy is to go down to Fort Defiance in Red Hook, where they're rolling in TVs, serving up the best Hurricanes, Jello shots and Muffulettas for 1,300 miles, and, best of all, cranking up those Saints tribute songs. Who Dat say dey don't care 'bout football?

Fort Defiance // 365 Van Brunt St, Brooklyn // 5p // more info // directions