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Don't wanna bum you out but Steven Adler, the drummer on Appetite for Destruction, has a band called Adler's Appetite with nobody else you ever heard of and they play Guns N' Roses songs at every show. (Ask for "Mr. Bownstone" when they hit the Millcreek Tavern July 27, millcreektavernphilly.com.) Look at it this way: Adler and Axl are tied for relevant post-G'n'F'n'R projects (zero). And these days, Rose is the one who can't get his shit together, and Stevie's the touring rocker. That's fuckin' crazy.

Break out the canvas record tote, dust off the Doc Martens and bring your game face — Sunday is Punk Rock Flea Market day. Expect business as usual from R5 Productions' biannual thrifter's paradise, save for one exception: It's gonna be huge. Relocated to a warehouse across the street from its former Starlight Ballroom home, this summer installment (July 25, 461 N. Ninth St., r5productions.com) boasts some 250 vendors shelling out skateboards, posters, furniture, stereo equipment, instruments, art and more. It's gonna be huge.

Plenty of things could kill us (global warming; shark attack) — but most of us assume our kids and their kids will live long and prosper before shit hits the fan. Not Junior Thibodeaux: The seriously brilliant/seriously flawed protagonist in Ron Currie Jr.'s Everything Matters! (Penguin), out in paperback this week, hears a voice in his head that tells him the world's going to end, and when, and how. Should he try to stop the apocalypse? Or smell as many roses as possible before it's too late?

Maybe you can forgive Cap'n Jazz now? Yes, the fantastically influential but short-tenured Chicago band has much to atone for, like, for instance, every sad-sack emo band ever and, most egregiously, Tim Kinsella's early-aughts experiments in quantum pretentiousness. But now that the band that launched 1,000 pale imitations has finally lined up that reunion tour (sold out in Philly July 24, Starlight Ballroom, r5productions.org), is it safe to admit that if we got to hear "Little League" live one more time, it'd make us so, so happy and probably make us cry a little bit, too? Aw, kitty kitty cat.