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The Rock ‘n’ Roll Tragedy Club is too often reserved for self-destructive whippersnappers who couldn’t stomach the thought of living past the age of 27. Maybe Jason Molina was just too damned sad to die at 27—his demons had to drag him all the way to 39 before they’d wrung every last beautiful note out of him. With Molina’s loss still fresh in their hearts, the members of his critically adored bands (Magnolia Electric Co. and Songs: Ohia) have joined forces to form Songs: Molina – A Memorial Electric Co. In a four-show stint that starts in Durham, North Carolina, and ends at Chicago’s own The Hideout, the tribute band will pay its respects to Molina by breathing new life into his catalog of elegant heartbreakers. The Hideout has earned a reputation as an intimate venue where soft songs land the hardest, and it’s a fitting place for this memorial, which gives those who missed Molina in his heyday a chance to redeem themselves. (The Hideout, 1354 W. Wabansia Ave. Saturday, January 11, 9 p.m., doors at 8 p.m. Tickets: $10.) Listen to “Farewell Transmission” from Songs: Ohia’s 2003 album Magnolia Electric Co., recently reissued in a deluxe 10th-anniversary edition by Secretly Canadian: Photo by Anders Jensen-Urstad.

On today’s agenda: garage pop and rabbit masks with Nobunny, the latest edition of reading series Applied Words, and artistic meditations on “home” in Rogers Park. Nobunny Buzzed-out DIY punk rips through bubblegum punk anthems from behind a ratty rabbit mask From the scuzziest hutch in Tucson comes Nobunny, the pantsless, rabbit-faced DIY disciple writing the sludgy bubblegum punk that you never knew you needed. The masked rocker (also known by the far less whimsical name Justin Champlin) brings his tattered bomber jacket, ripped fishnets, and immense love of Joey Ramone to Township (2000–2002 N. California Ave.) for an all-out garage-pop freak-out. Although he’s cultivated a reputation as an ever-touring lone wolf (lone rabbit?), Nobunny comes with a solid pedigree, including a catalog of releases from known indie tastemakers including Burger Records and Chicago’s own HoZac Records. Need more? Watch the video for boppy single “Blow Dumb” and pray this guy sees his shadow this weekend—we need six more weeks of this. (7 p.m.; $10; buy tickets here) Applied Words: Notes from the Mainframe Writers with technology backgrounds share selected writings and discuss the interplay between science and art When most people hear the term “technical writing,” their eyes glaze over and their brains start playing their own personal hold music (for me, it’s “Tempted” by Squeeze.) Thankfully, the folks at The Guild Literary Complex understand that art and science aren’t the mortal enemies they’re made out to be. At Notes from the Mainframe, the latest in their Applied Words series, they’ve invited writers with backgrounds in technology to read from their works and discuss the relationship between the left and right brains. Participants include Chicago Literary Map designer Stephanie Plenner, Smart Chicago Collaborative executive director Daniel X. O’Neil, and Catherine Halley, director of digital programs at the Poetry Foundation. Audience members with thoughts to share are encourage to arrive at FreeGeek Chicago (3411 W. Diversey Ave.) a little early; there’s an open mic before the main program. (7:30 p.m.; admission is free) “More Than A Place” Group show at Rogers Park gallery Roman Susan asks guests to examine their definitions of home Although it’s the place we come back to day after day, “home” is more than just a domestic space. For the 20-odd artists of More Than A Place, it’s also a laundry list of concepts both concrete and ephemeral: pride in community, memories of the past, day-to-day routines that go unnoticed until something disruptive comes along. In their group show at Rogers Park gallery Roman Susan (1224 W. Loyola Ave.), they explore both shared and personal definitions through pieces that blend artistic detachment with the intimate records of everyday life. Part melancholy, part confident, the show asks us to reexamine our own notions of home, be it the address on our leases or just a feeling we get whenever we’re happiest. (4 p.m. to 7 p.m.; the show runs through February 8; potluck on February 1, closing reception on February 8; admission is free) Photo courtesy of Nobunny

For anyone who's ever woken up with booze on their breath and a jackhammer doing some light demolition work on their temples, it's the dream: a magic potion that makes a hangover disappear. That's not exactly what IVme Hydration Clinic promises, but it's close. The clinic provides one-hour intravenous-therapy sessions for people who woke up on the wrong side of the bender, pumping fluids into their veins until they pop back up like Popeye. Forget about taking a hair of the dog that bit you—this is calling in a SWAT team to put a muzzle on the mutt. The idea is that medical professionals administering solutions of Pepcid, vitamin C, vitamin-B complex, and other pain meds can get you back on your feet—or over a cold for that matter—a lot quicker than a stint on the sofa can. As with any medical treatment, however, certain precautions are necessary. Patients (they're always "patients") have to fill out forms and undergo an exam to make sure they're fit for treatment, and the procedure itself is handled by registered nurses. "The process is like donating blood, except we don't take anything out," says the River North clinic's owner, Dr. Jack Dybis. "We just put fluids in." For all the medical formality, it's not as if patients spend their time laid up in a hospital bed watching a snowy TV. Instead, they rest on plush white recliners throughout the clinic's five lounges, which include one designated quiet room as well as several semiprivate areas with WiFi and flat-screen TVs. Some people come alone to curl up under a blanket and doze beneath a chilled eye pack. Others show up in groups to discuss the previous night’s antics over complimentary Vita Coco coconut water and KIND bars. Of course, intravenous therapy has applications beyond heading off headaches. In fact, Dr. Dybis says only about 40% of IVme's clientele are sick or recently intoxicated. The rest are athletes, jet-lagged business travelers, and people who simply want to maintain their health and beauty. “We have some patients come in once every two weeks for maintenance ... to get that boost of energy," he says. The clinic can even adjust the contents of the IV drip to fit the patient’s purposes—preparing for a big race, say, or warding off dry skin and wrinkles. Because the procedure involves an injection, there are some risks that go along with it, but Dr. Dybis insists they're minimal. “Almost all risks associated with this treatment are when someone is in a hospital hooked up to an IV for three days straight,” he says, citing vein scarring and infection in particular. Another potential objection—fear of needles—can be overcome with a freezing spray to numb the area where the injection takes place. For many, the thought of quick relief from a throbbing headache, nausea, and body pains outweighs any risks (not to mention the $119 price tag): IVme has treated about 1,000 patients since opening in December 2012. (The clinic was originally called Revive Hydration Clinic but has since undergone rebranding.) Dr. Dybis says this overwhelming response has led him to make plans to open a flagship store and franchise later this year. Only time will tell if he'll regret it in the morning.