JESSE MALIN
8 p.m., Vino’s. $10 adv., $12 d.o.s.
After spending years in the ’80s and ’90s sporting a greasy mop of biker hair and reappropriating duck-lipped NYC leather punk, Jesse Malin soon found himself, like so many do, dusting off the old acoustic and rubbing a bit of Neil Young into his sonic palette. Soon, Ryan Adams — a friend and fan from his strut ‘n’ spit days — shoved Malin into a studio and produced his first album, “The Fine Art of Self Destruction,” which then caught the ear of Bruce Springsteen and, well, a lot of others who are great and recognizable but not as impressive as The Boss. The rest of the decade has brought a string of prolific output from the Queens native. He’s now on his seventh release, “Love It to Life.” Expect him to hit the megaplex soon, making his acting debut as mid-’40s ex-punk Richard Katz in the big screen adaptation of Jonathan Franzen’s new book, “Freedom.” Not really, but damn if he isn’t a doppelganger, huh?