Cheyenne Kimball When "Cheyenne" took its untimely dip from our must-see MTV teen dram-eality block a few weeks ago — Kimball got to sing with Sheryl Crow, who is like totally her idol — we fell into a cavernous depression throughout which we couldn't even be bothered to push the matted hair out of our face. Where else would we get our weekly dose of teen-versus-cynical-rock-industry tantrums or recharge the cries of "It's my music! It's my art!" looped over and over in our heads? Well, by way of fortuitous marketing, Cheyenne's album, The Day Has Come, faintly retains the overproduced angst of the show, only without the superfluous stage-mom and dread-boyfriend story lines. What's left is a slightly twee take on the obvious rock locker rattle of her Lavigne/Branch forebears, assisted, awkwardly enough, by lead-singer killers Christopher Thorn and Brad Smith of Blind Melon. Will Cheyenne be next to go? Tune in next season after The Hills … Have Thighs. (5 p.m. at the Social; $10-$12; all ages; 407-246-1419)
Night Shift Art Show Local artist Juliana Davidson was able to organize this departure from the normal art exhibit through her old job: She met fellow artists Gary Churchill, Gilbert Siplon, Eric Money and David Tear while working the night shift with the group at a local print shop. Davidson, the current director of visual arts for the Osceola Center for the Arts, had been showing her work around town and wanted to give that opportunity to her friends. The friends found a venue that would allow a nighttime art show and added mixed-media artist Kelly Gleason to the exhibition. The result is a great sampling of the skill of Orlando's often-overlooked local artists. The show features paintings, sculptures, mixed media works and digital photography. (9 p.m.-3 a.m. daily through Sept. 12 at AKA Lounge; free-$8; 407-839-3707)
The Whigs We tried really hard to come up with some stupid joke that tied in the Whigs' name with their spacious, rootsy indie rock, but when we started riffing on nutty revolutionaries, Cliosophic societies and Liberia, we knew we had gone hopelessly too far down the rabbit hole. So, powdery hairpieces and fife-and-drum corps aside, allow us to tell you that this Athens trio doesn't sound anything like the music they played at William Henry Harrison's funeral. Rather, they've got that whole angular post-punk thing going on, with plenty of splashes of sturdy Americana thrown in so you don't forget they're from Athens. (with Extra Blue Kind, Gasoline Heart; 9 p.m. at the Social; $8-$10; 407-246-1419)
Central Florida Film Festival We'd be lying if we said we were less than conflicted about this new entry into the area's increasingly crowded film festival schedule. With no discernible theme, a less-than-central location (the Osceola Center for the Arts in Kissimmee) and a slate of films that's, um, mixed in quality, we're still trying to figure out exactly why this event has been undertaken. (Beyond, of course, the obvious desire to one day challenge the dominance of the Florida Film Festival.) We're excited about seeing the quirky documentary Plagues & Pleasures on the Salton Sea. A film that finally proves that more insane folks live in California than in Florida, Plagues explores the area and people in and around the once-beautiful/ now-disgusting environmental disaster that is the Salton Sea. But we're definitely puzzled by the inclusion of fare like Final Move (starring Daniel Baldwin and David Carradine and directed by, er, Joey Travolta) and Undertaking Betty (a 2002 film featuring Christopher Walken, Naomi Watts and, er, Jerry Springer). A handful of other films, along with various selections of shorts, locally made flicks and, of course, an "awards ceremony," round out the weekend. (through Sept. 4 at the Osceola Center for the Arts; daily admission free-$15; www.centralfloridafilmfestival.com)
Relative Fantasy Again drawing from the pool of scholars at Rollins College, the Albin Polasek Museum adds another exhibit to complement the two already on display. From Poland, Alexander Boguslawski, a professor of Russian studies at the college, shares the gallery with his sister, Joanna Boillat, a book illustrator in France. Both brother and sister are painters whose works are described as "stylish and colorful … whimsical and thought-provoking." The Art of Bohemia: Czech Glass is also in an inside gallery; outside in the gardens, wander through Wind Sculpture 2: Outdoor Works That Whirl and Twirl. (through Oct. 29 at Albin Polasek Museum & Sculpture Gardens, Winter Park; $5; 407-647-6294; www.polasek.org)
Coal Hollow After spending three years photographing the coal mining areas of West Virginia, Ken Light portrays the hopelessness and despair of the region's people in this first-ever complete showing of the project. Much like his photographs of migrant workers, child laborers and death row inmates, Light's work neither romanticizes nor infantilizes its subjects, instead allowing the grittiness of the surroundings become a character unto itself. Melanie Light, the photographer's wife, explains the horrors of the extreme poverty left after the industry's departure through oral histories alongside the photos. The Lights will be on hand to speak about their experiences and the exhibits in late October. (10 a.m.-4 p.m. Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, 11 a.m.-7 p.m. Wednesday, 1 p.m.-5 p.m. Saturday-Sunday through Oct. 29 at the Southeast Museum of Photography; free; 386-506-3165)
Caribbean Festival So Labor Day weekend is here, marking the end of good ol' summertime, and we've got no sand between our toes or memories of refreshing dips into cool water. To remedy that loss, Silver Springs, the old-school Florida attraction a 90-mile drive from town, is offering a faux island getaway for the next two weekends. Promoters are aiming for "a celebration of the laid-back lifestyle of the Caribbean and Florida Keys," and they'll achieve that with a mix of live reggae and Jimmy Buffett-style island rock and lots and lots of decorations. For inspiration, think of yourself as Johnny Weissmuller who, in 1939, filmed Tarzan Finds a Son! at Silver Springs, when it was a primitive tourist spot. Other than the addition of tons of colorful plastic molded into rides and inner tubes, not much has changed. (September 2-4 & 9-10 at Silver Springs; $38.25; 352-236-2121; www.silversprings.com)
Contributors: Jason Ferguson, Amber Foster, Billy Manes, Lindy T. Shepherd
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