Welcome back, scamps! Into the blissful peace before Fashion Week begins stomps Patti Smith and her band—this is the veteran punk rocker, not the sort-of poet married to John McEnroe, we think—playing to unappreciative young hipster chippies checking out skinny lads wearing Chuck Taylors sneakers and striped T-shirts. Did you know that in 2005 French Cultural Minister Renaud Donnedieu de Vabres presented Ms. Smith with the title of Commander of the Order of the Arts and Letters? You go, sister girlfriend! For those of you continuing your obsession with Mormons (thanks, Big Love!), Donny Osmond is performing in midtown—Oh, yes I know that your lips are sweet, but our lips must never meet. I belong to somebody else and I must be true—but if Marie’s not gonna show up, neither are we.
[Patti Smith and Her Band, Music Hall of Williamsburg, 66 North Sixth Street, 8 p.m.; Donny Osmond, B.B. King Blues Club and Grill, 237 West 42nd Street, 8 p.m., www.ticketmaster.com]