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Minnesota Opera’s production of The Grapes of Wrath last month invited comparisons to Gershwin’s Porgy and Bess, as does this new production by another, smaller local company. Is a trend afoot? Lost in the Stars is a jazzy American opus calling for a largely black cast, though its composer is Kurt Weill, better known for his collaborations with poet and epic dramatist Bertolt Brecht; its lyrics were penned by the comparatively earnest Maxwell Anderson. Adapted from the angry 1948 study of South African apartheid Cry, the Beloved Country, Anderson’s thin libretto has drawn plenty of criticism since the opera’s 1949 premiere. The opera as a whole has stood the test of time, thanks to Weill’s mournful score rooted in African American music. 345 13th Ave. N.E., Minneapolis; 651-209-6689; www.ticketworks.com/ritz

For its next trick, Ballet of the Dolls pairs some hot and sweaty stage antics with Cajun and early Zydeco music. The he-Dolls will dress down for this occasion, donning muscle shirts and cut-off jean shorts, while the ballerinas are set to prance about in satin slips. But just as country music evolved into a more commercially packaged and manicured art form, so too does this spectacle. As the evening proceeds, the tone shifts to match the glamorous key of Patsy Cline and Dolly Parton—a canny move that allows the Dolls to get out their boas—and, eventually, contemporary country hits from Toby Keith to Shania Twain and Brooks & Dunn. 345 13th Ave. N.E., Minneapolis; 651-209-6689; www.ticketworks.com/ritz

Though Jeune Lune dubbed its current season “Mozart and Molière,” this reprise is the only one drawing from both artists. By marrying Molière’s Don Juan to Mozart’s Don Giovanni, both of which were inspired by the legendary Spanish character, this show imagines a pair of lady-killers driving cross-country in a 1950 Plymouth coupe. Dominique Serrand, the troupe’s unmistakably Gallic artistic director, gets behind the wheel of the Molière character while baritone-about-town Bradley Greenwald hugs the corners of Mozart’s famous arias—not to mention a pair of gorgeous sopranos who spend the production draped across the hot rod’s hood. It all adds up to the sexiest close-up opera since Jeune Lune’s 2004 production of Carmen. 612-333-6200; www.jeunelune.org www.jeunelune.org

Find out for yourself whether this play, which piqued the ire of Strib columnist Katherine Kersten and conservative bloggers all around town, is worth the fuss. The Pope and the Witch tells the story of a fictional pontiff who, under extenuating circumstances, starts running with a witch doctor who dabbles in abortion and drugs. But beyond the inflammatory synopsis is an acclaimed political satire by Dario Fo, the Nobel Prize-winning Italian playwright who raided the arsenals of commedia dell’arte, puppetry, and clowning in imagining this absurdist softening of the papal dogma. Robert Rosen—Theatre de la Jeune Lune co-founder, French-educated clown, and master of physical theater—directs. University Department of Theater Arts & Dance at Rarig Center, 330 21st Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-624-2345; www.theater.umn.edu www.theater.umn.edu

The kora looks a bit like a prize-winning pumpkin speared by a tree branch, but this twenty-one-string gourd sings like a harp or a lute, depending on how it’s coaxed, and its romantic trill underpins the urgent rhythms of traditional Malian music. There’s only one kora player as good as Toumani Diabaté, and that’s his dad, Sidiki Diabaté. (The family’s musical lineage stretches back an awe-inspiring seventy-one generations.) But it’s the younger Toumani who has taken this uniquely African sound to the rest of the world, collaborating with an array of folks, including Blur’s Damon Albarn, the flamenco group Ketama, blues master Taj Mahal, and the late Ali Farka Touré, with whom he won a 2005 Grammy. With his band, the Symmetric Orchestra, the Dakota’s room temperature should climb at least twenty degrees. 1010 Nicollet Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-332-1010; www.dakotacooks.com

In the span of a few weeks at the Cedar, it’s possible to experience a dozen-piece African band, a haunting hardanger fiddle player, an Iowan folksinger, a Saami joiker, and a legendary bluegrass band. This intimate, no-frills venue, which resembles a middle school auditorium circa 1970, conjures the true spirit of community, with children playing in the aisles and old-country old-timers pulling out genuine dance moves. Despite all that recommends it, the Cedar remains a shoestring operation—a situation Bruce Cockburn hopes to turn around with this benefit. Expect a sneak preview of the Canadian folksinger and activist’s new album (due this summer) and a rousing battle cry to save an incredible place. 416 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-338-2674; www.thecedar.org

Iron John has replaced his men’s drum circle with the sweet, soaring harmonies of Cantus’ nine angelic male singers. Cantus premieres A Sound Like This by Twin Cities composer Edie Hill, which sets to music the mystical verse of Indian bard Kabir, as translated by Robert Bly. Kabir, a fifteenth-century weaver and poet, is said to have lived for 120 years. His deceptively simple two-line poems explore some of mankind’s deepest philosophical quandaries, which—as Bly’s translations make clear—are still entirely relevant to today’s global conversation. 2128 Fourth St. S., Minneapolis; 612-624-2345; www.music.umn.edu/facilities/tedMann.php www.music.umn.edu/facilities/tedMann.php

Every time we see an ad for the Gap’s laughably unattractive Red campaign for Africa, we cringe for Bono. The man who started his career writing great political songs should stick to that, rather than shilling a failing clothier’s misguided marketing schemes. He could take a cue from Ted Leo, whose catchy and beguiling indie rock tunes sit right beside those of the Shins, the Thrills, and the Postal Service. Sure, Leo’s troubled by the world, as evidenced by lyrics about girlfriends with eating disorders, the war in Iraq, police brutality, and Republican politics, but his lighthearted melodies offer an enticing bit of optimism. “Do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it,” he sings. Listen up, Bono.

This fiddling, clogging, four-girl jug band reveres old-time American music, rabble-rousing, and knocking down gender boundaries. But unlike their compatriots the Dixie Chicks, Uncle Earl’s music is open to a wide range of influences. How else to explain their choice of Led Zeppelin’s John Paul Jones as producer, their occasional lyrics sung in Mandarin Chinese, and the albums marked by both humor and moments of show-stopping beauty? Guests like Tara Nevins (Donna the Buffalo) and Gillian Welch make appearances on their latest, Waterloo, Tennessee, and they’ll appear at the Cedar with country/ bluegrass favorite Jim Lauderdale. Cedar Cultural Center, 416 Cedar Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-338-2674; www.thecedar.org

Six regionally based artists take cues from nature in artworks that are—and this is not intended as a backhanded compliment—both clever and stylish. Made from foam, plastic, and felt, Liz Miller’s Errant Ecosystem sprawls over three walls with graphical aplomb, while Holly Anderson Jorde’s quartet of seasonal ceramic assemblages radiates a 50s vibe. And the drawings on cardboard boxes of cardboard-boxes-as-architecture by David Lefkowitz resonate on numerous levels: Think living spaces for the homeless, playthings for children. Also on view: a wall drawing of bedclothes-as-landscape by Cherith Lundin, Margaret Pezalla-Granlund’s sculptural interpretations of icebergs and skateboard parks, and Erika Olson’s whimsical woodland constructions in felt. 651-266-1030; www.mmaa.org