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Happy Cinco de Mayo, y'all. Wanna celebrate in an authentic Mexican fashion? As Robb Walsh learned in Matamoros, that just might entail a plate of ballpark nachos. But enough about today. Let's talk about yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.

12:39 a.m. at Club 2610

You know the drill. We hit the clubs. We bring back photos. You look at them on Monday morning. Enjoy.

1:40 a.m. at Zeppelin Video Lounge

Ditto. Just like Lay's (or crack), one is never enough.

We've just loaded up some photos from last night's opening party for the Latin Wave film festival at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston. Enjoy. -- Keith Plocek

As April, a month of nonstop outdoor festivals, winds down, we don't have quite the overload of event coverage we've had the past few weeks, but we try to make up for it with gusto.

The End of the Aeros Season

Well, that's it. The IceHogs bested the Aeros. Game (and season) over.

12:26 a.m. at Texas Beats Warehouse; 1:18 a.m. at Swivel; 1:34 a.m. at Allure; 1:46 a.m. at the Roof; 2:34 a.m. at Arts Festival

Remember what we said about gusto? Photo Bill Olive went ballistic on Saturday night, shooting five different venues and bringing back a bevy of nightlife photos, featuring DJs, musicians, drinkers, dancers, face paint, glow sticks, pacifiers and a tiger. Have a look.

Welcome to Monday. More to come. -- Keith Plocek

Think boy bands died in the '90s? Apparently you haven't been watching P Diddy's Making the Band, where Sr. Combs uses his unique expertise to keep the world populated with pop stars. Season Four's Day 26 performed yesterday at the University of Houston for the Block Explosion, and we had a photog there to capture the show in all its hip-thrusting and thoughtful-posing glory. -- Keith Plocek

Though they aren’t really well known in mainstream stand-up comedy circles, among the millions of fans of Howard Stern’s radio show, they are superstars and like family…albeit a hugely dysfunctional one. The Killers of Comedy are an amalgamation of stand-up comics (including a racist clown), Stern show staffers, and sideshow freaks of nature like ex-WWF wrestling star The Iron Sheik and horny black dwarf Beetlejuice.

The ringmaster of this twisted troupe for a comedy show unlike any other is the comedian Reverend Bob Levy. He’s one of the Stern show’s more frequent and funny contributors, and now a comedy club entrepreneur. Houstoned spoke with the wonderfully politically incorrect good Rev. for a preview of the group’s upcoming show at Planeta Bar-Rio and a glimpse inside Sirius radio’s “Studio 69.”

Houstoned: Of all the people who get their balls so severely busted on the Stern show, you are among the worst victims. They nail you about you poor spelling, bad pronunciation, career level, and living in your ex-wife’s basement. So how tough is it?

Levy: I don’t mind it. It takes awhile, but you develop a thick skin. And it’s better if they’re talking about you than if they’re not talking about you. Howard likes you if you amuse him. I think he really likes me. And he’s helping people make a living. He’s a saint, goddamnit!

Houstoned: Listeners can only imagine what it’s like really being in that studio with all the chaos. What’s the most surprising thing you think people should know?

As our music editor said a few weeks back, April indeed is the coolest month. Let’s get right to it.

Deadbolt at Rudyard’s

Billing themselves as The Scariest Band in the World and ragging on Dallas, Jane Fonda and anyone wearing Crocs, the voodoo surf punk band Deadbolt played Rudz on Friday night.

Shelby Lynne at Warehouse Live

The waifish Mississippian brought out four ringers and played plenty of Dusty Springfield covers.

Oh, man, what a weekend. Big ups to the good folks at Free Press Houston, who put on one helluva party on Saturday. We haven't had so much fun since, well, since they used to close off the street for WestFest. Anyone else remember how you could blow down right in front of the cops? Yeah, us neither. But we digress. Time to lay out what the weekend was.

Rockets Beat the Suns

Yep, you read that right. Houston 101 – Phoenix 90. Be sure to read Jason Friedman's post-game quotes with Steve Nash and Raja Bell.

Westheimer Block Party

Music. Art. Fun. A guerrilla set from Cop Warmth. DIY signage. Triple bass. We had a small crew of photogs out there, not to mention the inimitable Chris Gray.

On Saturday while all the rest of you were out on Westheimer, seeing bands, getting trashed and generally being all hip and nasty, we hit up the first biker rally ever at NASA.

The inaugural Bay Area Rally had bands, a trade show and plenty of weekend-warrior bikers flexing their farmer tans and recreating 2007’s comedy classic Wild Hogs, much to the chagrin of the confused and scared patrons of nearby Space Center Houston.

Oh, yeah, we took pictures. – Craig Hlavaty

It’s Muxtape Monday. Don’t know what a muxtape is? Neither did we, until a few days ago. Apparently it’s totally free and legal. Or so we hear.

But enough about that, let’s get moving backwards.

1 a.m. at the Mink; 1:15 a.m. at the Back Room; 1:45 a.m. at the Big Top; 1:50 a.m. at Tacos a Go-Go

Photog Bill Olive bounced around one of the coolest blocks in town and brought back plenty of nightlife photos.

It was a tiring weekend. We helped a buddy move who's quite the record collector. Let's just say we think mp3s are really, really awesome.

12:44 a.m. at 13 Celsius and 1:18 a.m. at Pandora Lounge

Photog Bill Olive got the goods once again, this time finding love (and egregious breast implants) on Saturday night at 13 Celsius and Pandora Lounge.

Houston vocalist Kristine Mills was at a cocktail party when she bumped into artist/curator Wade Wilson. In between chitchat and mixed drinks, the two came up with Wade Wilson Art’s Second Anniversary Party, a combo art exhibit/jazz concert benefiting Texas Children’s Hospital and Houston Center for Photography. Joining Mills will be members of the famed Duke Ellington Orchestra. It’s a little pricey, but hey, cough it up – it’s for a good cause. 7 p.m. Today. 4411 Montrose. For information, call 713-521-2977 or visit www.wadewilsonart.com. $100 to $500. -- Olivia Flores Alvarez

To listen to an interview with Kristine Mills and Houston Press Night & Day Editor Olivia Flores Alvarez , click the button below.

And here are a few more tunes from Kristine’s newest album.

We’re still a little Peeped out, so let’s get right to the recap…

12:10 a.m. at King Biscuit, 12:45 a.m. at Sixth Street and 1:16 a.m. at Saez 'n Zouk

202 Tuam, former home of Hue (and Union before that), has reopened with a shiny new name, not to mention some late-night, girl-on-guy arm-wrestling action. Photog Bill Olive dropped by for some photos after hitting up King Biscuit and Sixth Street in the Heights.

What a day. What a day. It’s St. Patrick’s Day. It’s the morning after South by Southwest. And the Rockets, oh, man, the Rockets...

South by Southwest

Where to begin? We covered the #*$*&% out of the annual Austin music festival. Blog posts galore, with things overheard and a guy in a cock sock. A slideshow of performances, including a killer set from Monotonix. A slideshow of spectators, including the Queen of Austin. A slideshow of the poster convention, with lots of black and red. Live-blogging the Village Voice Media Party, with photos to boot. And did we mention blog posts? Lots and lots of blog posts.

SXSW Film kicked off this weekend. We were too busy hanging out down here to bring back any reports, but just wait till next weekend. Oh, just you wait. We'll have beaucoup coverage of SXSW Music. Promise.

Opening Night of FotoFest 2008

Friday night brought out socialites Lynne Wyatt and Carolyn Farb, FotoFest luminaries Fred Baldwin and Wendy Watriss, and tons of tons of super talented photographers. Not to be outdone, we brought back some photos.

11:48 p.m. at Té House of Tea and 12:10 a.m. at Cecil's

Speaking of photos, Bill Olive once again hit the streets of Houston on a Saturday night.

Little Chenier breaks your heart, one slow, swampland minute at a time.

The story of Beaux Dupuis (Johnathon Schaech), his mentally challenged brother Pemon (Frederick Koehler) and their unlucky lives, Little Chenier is set in the bayous of Louisiana, where the sheriff gets around by outboard and most people live on houseboats.

Johnathon Schaech carries Frederick Koehler while Clifton Collins looks on.

Beaux and Pemon scrape out a living by running a bait shop, living off the charity of fishermen who leave the boys overly generous tips. Their father swings by once in a while to raid the cash register and bully them. Their mother left, Pemon tells us, the day after he was born: “I didn’t come out right and she didn’t wanna have no baby like me. That’s what Daddy said.”