The first, and rarely screened, feature from Martin Scorsese, Who's That Knocking at My Door has more romance and longing than the rest of the director's beatings and bullets body of work. Who's That Knocking at My Door at Walter Reade.
New York has several natural resources it can always fall back on—Tourism, Lou Reed, and Sandra Bernhard's big, fat mouth. Catch it, and her, in action at Joe's Pub. Sandra Bernhard at Joe's Pub.
Speaking of local resources, Patti Smith and her music may get older and wiser, but that young, burning lady inside her hasn't aged a day. Patti Smith and her Band at The Bowery Ballroom.
It's a little bit crunchy. It's a little bit hip-hop. Like some sort of peace-sharing initiative you can dance to, Soulive stirs up Woodstock vibes with South Bronx beats into a heady mix. Soulive at The Highline Ballroom.
On that note, of all the great rappers of the last decades, perhaps only Jay-Z, Rakim, and Nas have kept their skills and output razor sharp. Only one of them plays to night. Nas at The Hammerstein Ballroom.
It's always a hipster gypsy party when Gogol Bordello jumps on stage. Oompaa! Goglo Bordello at Webster Hall.