Last night I thought I was going to die. I woke up around 3 am with a burning head. For sure this was the end. I would be gone before daybreak. But I made it to daybreak. Made it through daybreak. And continued to live after the day broke. By the time the source and substance of my existence, the every day star, was in the middle of the sky, I was on my back being examined by a dentist (not my favorite dentist—the fleshy Hungarian whose breasts bump into my face as she works on this and that tooth—but, instead, a competent, cucumber-cool dentist). I was informed that all of my wisdom teeth needed to be removed within the near future. To make this operation painless, the specialist will drug me to a dreamless sleep that is the cousin of death. To get to my point: It’s nearly four, I’m still alive, and in a position to compose a quick picture of what’s happening in the world of art.

A) The interiors of Koolhaas’s nearly completed project in Essen, Germany are fucking amazing!

B) Those who love the opening of Conrad’s Heart of Darkness will certainly get a kick out of this article.

C) Who are you going to call? “Malaysia gallery seeks ghost busters”

And this is the happening thing tonight:

Rebirth Brass Band (SWEET, SWEET BRASS) Three reasons to see Rebirth. One: It’s a fundraiser for Katrina survivors. Two: It’s at the Royal Esquire Club, a historic black-men’s organization you haven’t been inside before. Three: Rebirth is one of New Orleans’s finest musical exports, a rafter-rattling explosion of funk and jazz in the tradition of “second line”—killer brass bands that play for Mardis Gras parades, community processions, and the famous jazz funerals. (The Royal Esquire Club, 5016 Rainier Ave S, www.brownpapertickets.com. 8 pm, $25—$50, 21+.) BRENDAN KILEY

“I’m the black gold of the sun.”