Escape the Family: Five Shows To See on Thanksgiving Night
On Thanksgiving Day, most of the city's music venues go dark--which is good for employees who wanna spend the holiday with their loved ones, and bad for those of us who either couldn't give a shit about turkey and stuffing and Cowboys or Lions games, or who desperately need to get away from our annoying families after cramming all that food in our fat faces and want to go see a show. Fortunately, there are still a couple of options for those of you who fear being live-music-deprived tomorrow.
Hard to believe, since "Can't Deny It" seems like it dropped just yesterday, but Bed-Stuy native Fabolous has been in the rap game for well over a decade now. Though his flow was slick and his punchlines memorable from the jump, it wouldn't have surprised anyone if he quickly dropped off the map like so many other flashy turn-of-the-millennium rappers. 2004's tepid Real Talk looked like it might seal his fate, but Fab came back strong with 2007's From Nothin' to Somethin' and especially 2009's Loso's Way (both chart-toppers thanks in no small part to his affiliation with Jay-Z). While a Loso follow-up is in the cards for next year, Fab's been doing the mixtape thing of late: This Thanksgiving show, which celebrates the two-year-anniversary of Funkmaster Flex's In Flex We Trust blog (which Fab namechecked on his recent Weezy-dissin' "So NY"), is also a release party for The S.O.U.L. Tape 2, the sequel to last year's Blueprint-inspired offering on which Fab rhymed over lush, nocturnal soul samples.
Webster Hall, 10 p.m., $25.
PAUL VAN DYK
A-list Berlin DJ/producer Paul van Dyk--one of the few still-relevant holdovers from the Superstar DJ '90s--has been at it so long and helped define progressive trance so well (and c'mon, we know you still have a soft spot in your heart for those blissful breakdowns) that we can almost forgive him for teaming up with that Owl City turd and Gibbard-abee Adam Young for "Eternity": The unavoidable, not-so-enjoyable first single off of Van Dyk's otherwise excellent, vocals-heavy sixth studio album Evolution, which came out last spring. The album title's a bit of a feint--PvD's bright, smooth grooves haven't evolved all that much, and sure, his trance style has taken a beating in the Age of Skrillex. But it ain't dead yet, and PvD remains the king. Moving forward, though, it'd be all right if he happened to lose Young's phone number.
Pacha, 10 p.m., $12.
125 E. 11th St., New York, NY