FRIDAY, June 16

The 2006 FIFA World Cup Germany is under way, as evidenced by the shops stocked with colorful team jerseys along Hollywood Boulevard. For some, everything else stops for a month for the matches. Argentina against Serbia at 5 a.m., anybody? The madly wonderful Martin Lewis — look him up, he’s a real hoot, and a real Brit to boot — was struck by a brilliant idea. As a longtime collaborator for events at the American Cinematheque, he thought it would be a great thing to show World Cup games on the gigantic, state-of-the-art screen. A continental breakfast will be served, plus two parties are planned for July 4 and the final match on July 9. The Egyptian, 6712 Hollywood Blvd., Hollywood; $7 & $10 (higher for later rounds). (323) 467-0414.


Grand Performances 20th Anniversary Summer Concert Season — the motto of which is “When it’s 95 degrees, wouldn’t you rather be surrounded by concrete and skyscrapers than somewhere 20 degrees cooler?” — kicks off with the Arlo Guthrie Family Legacy Concert. That’s a pretty regal name for what should be a down-home, folky family affair with Guthrie bringing along his son Abe, daughter Sarah and her husband, Johnny Irion. Speaking of Arlo, it’s been more than 30 years since “Alice’s Restaurant,” which isn’t so hard to believe if you’ve seen the ponytailed one lately. Please visit the restroom before he starts his seminal 18-plus-minutes-long epic. 350 S. Grand Ave., downtown; Sat., June 17, 3 p.m.; free. (213) 687-2159.

SUNDAY, June 18

As Ralph Kiner once said from the Mets booth on Father’s Day: “To all you fathers out there — happy birthday.” It’s Dad’s big day, so he basically calls all the shots, gets the remote control to himself, and can eat anything he dang well wants. Maybe he’d enjoy a special Father’s Day show by comic Richard Jeni, whose own dad must be very proud of him for coming up with such gems as his thoughts on going to war over religion: “You’re basically killing each other to see who’s got the better imaginary friend.” The Ice House, 24 N. Mentor Ave., Pasadena; Sun., June 18, 8 p.m.; $22.50. (626) 577-1894.

Or maybe your dad’s more of a cat guy — some are! At The Father’s Day All-Breed and Household Pet Cat Show, hear him exclaim, “My, that’s a lovely Maine coon. Now let’s go get some waffles.” Arcadia Masonic Center, 50 W. Duarte Road, Arcadia; Sat.-Sun., June 17-18, 9:30 a.m.-4 p.m.; $5, $4 seniors. (310) 639-8334.

MONDAY, June 19

We imagine Missy Higgins to be as unpretentious in real life as her name. Like she would sweep the floor after her own show. Her songs are girly yet strongly assured. Serious yet easygoing. Joni yet Carole. The Roxy, 9009 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood; Mon., June 19, 9 p.m.; $15. (213) 480-3232.

TUESDAY, June 20

Here’s an only-in-L.A. story: A child actor who starred with Annette Funicello on The Mickey Mouse Club becomes confidante and assistant to Southern California crime boss Mickey Cohen. Juicy enough for you? Steve Stevens (not to be confused with Billy Idol’s guitarist, though I was) signs King of the Sunset Strip: Hangin’ with Mickey Cohen and the Hollywood Mob. Book Soup, 8818 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood; Tues., June 20, 7 p.m. (310) 659-3110.


Get spoked about The Bicycle Film Festival, four days of shorts and feature films, along with music and a dance party, relating to the man-powered cycle. And, this being L.A., if you show up on two pedals, you can have your bike valet parked. With shorts titled Training Wheels and Bike Kill, even Bike on Bike (that’s bike porn, in case you couldn’t tell), there is something for bikers of every stripe. Things kick off with an art show titled “Joy Ride” with works by Shepard Fairey, Swoon, Peter Sutherland, David Choe and many others. Spaceland hosts a dance party tomorrow (June 22). Art show: Don O’Melveny Gallery, 5472 Wilshire Blvd.; Wed., June 21. For full schedule & tickets:


Pink Martini is music’s equivalent of the goldfish. Follow me on this one: Some time in about 1995, the 12-piece band crammed onto the stage at now-defunct Luna Park. At one point during the show, all seven musicians looked up and said to themselves, “We don’t fit on this stage.” So before you knew it, they got more and more popular, not to mention more and more superb at an uncategorizable mixture of Cuban, Latin, jazz, classical, cabaret . . . basically everything except throat singing. Their venues got progressively bigger and bigger, until, like a goldfish, they finally grew to the size of their bowl — the Hollywood Bowl, where they absolutely wowed a crowd that had shown up to see Sergio Mendes a few years ago. Can I go now? UCLA, Royce Hall, Westwood; Thurs.-Fri., June 22-23, 8 p.m.; $28-$48. (310) 825-2101.?

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