In a country in which millions voted for a reality-show host for president because he was a reality-show host, celebrity hero worship should be the easiest of satirical targets. But even so Gilbert and Sullivan’s Patience is a hard show to pull off, because of the celebrities they chose to satirize: poets and followers of the “aesthetic” art movement, which in 1881 was a cause célèbre but which today is just about the most arcane and dated reference in the G&S canon. (Imagine how an operetta spoofing grunge would play 125 years from now.) The Seattle Gilbert & Sullivan Society’s current production has pacing issues (the performance should be 15 minutes shorter) but is delicious to look at, thanks to Craig B. Wollam’s Maxfield Parrish-y set and Janessa Jayne Styck’s opulent costumes. Seattle Repertory Theatre, seattlegilbertand sullivan.com. $20–$40. 7:30 p.m. Thurs.–Sat., 2 p.m. Sat.–Sun. Ends July 22.
The two-mile busway in SoDo running between Fourth and Sixth is already filled with murals on the backs of industrial buildings, but a couple dozen more are coming to complete the world’s longest street-art corridor, displaying the work of more than 60 artists in all from around the world. Check out the current works in progress at the SoDo Track Open House, offering guided tours and a print show, and watch the artists paint live July 15–25. Canvas Event Space, 4culture.org. Free. 2 p.m. Sat., July 21.
It’s easy to hate on Capitol Hill Block Party, but the criticisms certainly go overboard. Does the three-day event pack people onto Pike Street (plus Neumos, Barboza, and the Cha Cha) like sweaty, sun-baked sardines, many of whom seem like they’d be bad, bro-y hangs? Oh, for sure. But as long as you’re not agoraphobic, the music always delivers enough to make up for the annoyances. Whether you’re into the eclectic headliners (Father John Misty, Brockhampton, Dillon Francis), excellent mid-card rockers (Bully, Alvvays), or local up-and-comers (Parisalexa, Great Grandpa, Chong the Nomad) there’s probably something to get your personal party started. capitolhillblock party.com. $65–$300. Fri., July 20–Sun., July 22.
Red leather banquettes lining the walls; a tiny stage with a proscenium that looks barely seven feet high; a well-used catwalk down the center that if you’re sitting alongside it presents a banquet of biceps and buttocks: The Can Can’s current dinner revue, Femme Fatale, packs a lot of omnisexual spice into its intimate love-closet of a theater. Singer/composer Prom Queen wrote the eclectic, evocative songs and plays the central role, inspired by the legend of seductive WWI spy Mata Hari; she’s surrounded by two female and two male dancers—one of whom, the affably profane Jonny Boy, takes audience participation to a new level. (Photo by Nate Watters.) thecancan.com. $35 and up. 7 p.m. Wed.–Sun. plus 9:30 p.m. Fri.–Sat. and some Sun. Ends Sept. 30.