Includes improv with a few dance moves, following the overarching theme of technology. $15
In Elaine May's 2002 satire, porn stars with a public-access sex show enlist the help of their cameraman, a Yale graduate, to write an art film that will help them escape the adult industry. But after getting a look at their new screenwriter's required reading—The Jew of Malta, Dylan Thomas, Our Town, even Susan Sontag—the actors become a little too thoughtful, putting their careers and lives in jeopardy. The punch line is that exposure to education and culture can have adverse effects. Under director Doug Alberts, the actors in this Bard and Fool production do right by the comedy, but a particularly glaring problem becomes clear during the musical numbers: they're awful singers. —Tal Rosenberg $12-$15
5/30 is all ages, 5/31 is 18+
The sophomore album from prolific chiptune band Anamanaguchi, Endless Fantasy, is an endurance test. Yes, you could probably parlay that statement into a load of analogies to eight-bit video games, but the more relevant fact is that listening to 22 songs of glitchy synths, galloping rhythms, and what occasionally amounts to Nintendo-based dubstep—the title track has its fair share of “drops”—is like parking in front of an orchestra of strobe lights for nearly 80 minutes. But that’s the idea, of course. A band that develops an instrumental pop sound based on digging into a Game Boy and deforming its insides probably isn’t concerned with mass appeal so much as with developing and mastering its own eccentricities. That’s not to say Endless Fantasy doesn’t have some catchy numbers—my favorites are the too-fun “Meow,” which takes its name from the sound it cartoonishly mimics, and the clubby guest-vocal jam “Prom Night.” Think of them like power-ups to help get you through the album’s seriously schizo levels. —Kevin Warwick Chrome Sparks, Infinity Shred, and Sharpless open.
$12
A monologist tells personal stories that inspire the improv. $12