Wu-Tang So? April is making us long for the sticky depravity of July, when everyone gets the hell out of here for the weekend and we can have our evenings of Lost without the side of self-loathing. In the meantime, we’ll drag ourselves to the Fillmore to see the Wu-Tang Clan, immediately get both a backache and a headache, feel too old for this damn city, and finally escape home to our new Murder, She Wrote box set. See—life does work out!
[Wu-Tang Clan at the Fillmore, 17 Irving Place, 9:30 p.m., 212-777-6800]