Last seen around these parts walking out of the theater halfway through the Merle Haggard/Kris Kristofferson show in Santa Rosa last month, Ramblin’ Jack Elliott lives up to both definitions of his nickname. Talkative as hell, he’s been known to spend more time telling stories than singing music on stage, and he’s rambled all around the mountains and tumbleweeds of this country—one time even making up a missed show by calling the club and performing via phone booth. A former cowhand and early Dylan acolyte, the 77-year-old Elliott has ascended to the title of national treasure; he appeared with Bruce Springsteen at Pete Seeger’s big birthday bash at Madison Square Garden earlier this year, and his latest album, A Stranger Here, is garnering rave reviews. He stops in for a special intimate show on Sunday, July 12, at the Hopmonk Tavern. 230 Petaluma Ave., Sebastopol. 8:30pm. $15-$20. 707.829.7300.Gabe Meline
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Admit it, man. You’re not going to see Bret Michaels so you can hear “Every Rose Has Its Thorn.” You’re going to see the scantily-clad drunk bimbos in thong bikinis, all clamoring for the attention of a 46-year-old washup with hair extensions before boarding the “River Rock of Love” bus supplied by River Rock Casino. You’re going so you can yell anonymously at him about getting bonked on the head and leveled out at the Tonys earlier this month. You’re not going so you can sing along to “Nothin’ but a Good Time.” You’re going to witness the slow, pitiful decay of American culture—and maybe to revel in its grotesque beauty. “Something to Believe In”? Forget it—schadenfreude, irony and guilty pleasures are the greatest hits when Michaels plays on Saturday, June 27, at the Sonoma-Marin Fair. 175 Fairgrounds Drive, Petaluma. 8pm. Free with $10–$15 fair admission. 707.283.3247. Gabe Meline 

