(Club 21, 2035 NE Glisan) Before Portland earned its reputation as a playground for young adults, it was (and continues to be) home to individuals who devoted themselves to lifelong efforts at creative endeavors. Thankfully, this side of the city endures amid escalating stereotypes, and is on display with the musical project Don't. Formed in 2009, the band combines the talents of legendary local musicians Sam Henry (drummer of the Wipers, member of the Oregon Music Hall of Fame, and tonight's birthday boy) and Dave Minick (bassist for Napalm Beach and more), with the pioneering spirits of guitarist Dan Lowinger (the Love Lasers) and vivacious frontwoman Jenny Don't. The result is music that sounds effortlessly timeless, while pulsating with that new and earnest energy we call rock 'n' roll—soon to be captured on a new 7-inch for DIY Long Island imprint Dead Broke Rekerds. MARANDA BISH

(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) Ital is the faÇade erected by Daniel Martin-McCormick to stand in front of his experiment in dance music, where "dance" means whatever you want it to. Martin-McCormick is a cerebral Brooklynite whose past collaborations include Black Eyes and Mi Ami, but Ital is not a reinvention—Martin-McCormick's output is defined by constant experimentation. This year, after a string of EPs, Ital has released two records, Hive Mind and Dream On. Though tinkering with dance music is all the rage right now, Ital's albums are deliberate and thoughtful and certainly not fashionable. Ital transgresses the idea of what dance music has traditionally meant—a sweaty, sexualized medium for people whose main interest is the activity of dancing—and offers up a challenging, impressionistic, fractured alternative. Sometimes, it's even very beautiful. It's what might happen after staying up all night reading Derrida and listening to the Prodigy's entire catalog. REBECCA WILSON

(Slabtown, 1033 NW 16th) Doug Rogers took the reins of Slabtown back in February, and he's closing out 2012 with a bang: a four-day weekend with some of his favorite bands that have played the club since his tenure started. Tonight kicks things off in fine form with a quartet of Portland's rowdiest and rockingest. The No Tomorrow Boys kick out punk-rock jams performed at full speed, and their 2012 Animal Eyes 7-inch is appealingly cloaked in rockabilly reverb, like Eddie Cochrane and the Ramones co-hosting an all-night kegger. The Cry, meanwhile, have a splendid power-pop platter with their self-titled debut, packed with glam-rock teenage kicks. Stumblebum makes roaring, angry punk that would make Lemmy's mole tremble in fear. And A Happy Death makes lysergic, spookily romantic psych rock for your prettiest waking nightmares. The weekend progresses—regresses?—all the way up until New Year's Eve, with a bill featuring Bloodtypes, Chemicals, and Fasters. NED LANNAMANN

(Crystal Ballroom, 1332 W Burnside) I'd be merely speculating if I said Beats Antique are the faces and the soundtrack to Burning Man, although a quick check shows the Bay Area collective has played the desert festival the past three years. The group's music brings an old-world, Middle Eastern influence to modern-day hiphop and electronic music. You'd think the music would be more interesting. It does serve a purpose for member Zoe Jakes' onstage belly dancing, and the awful dancing their mostly white audience undoubtedly takes part in at Beats Antique's performances. It's more about spectacle than anything else. And you know what you're getting into. Bring your art car/Zipcar and enjoy the ride. MARK LORE