Aimee Mann

By now, you should have given Aimee Mann’s new album, Lost in Space , a few thousand listenings—not because you don’t get it, but because you do. “Humpty Dumpty” was on local playlists for a while, but Mann is the kind of artist who still makes albums you want to listen to, from beginning to end. She’s terrific live, too—casual and comfortable, but a little shy. Like any good cabaret performer, she waits in earnest for the audience to do its part. A nicer, more genuine rock star you’re not likely to see. We just love her, even if she is married to the guy who wrote that insufferable lyric, “What if I were Romeo in black jeans?” (To which we answer, “What if we were Juliet with an oak axe-handle?” Kidding. We’re kidding.) O’Shaughnessy Auditorium, (651) 690-6700