“Fetty means money,” explains rapper Fetty Wap. Something he apparently is quite good at making. “Trap Queen”—the third song he ever recorded—soared to No. 2 on the Billboard Hot 100. After his self-titled debut album blew up—certified platinum—Wap said, “My mission isn’t to become more famous.” Instead, he wanted to use his fortunes to help his community rise above hardships. Solid. Known for mashing up trap with R&B, Wap has humbly referred to his music as "ignorant R&B." One could beg to differ. At downtown's Rialto Theater… During the 1980s, Californian Chuck Prophet became an adopted son in the hearts of many Tucsonans as a member of first-wave of desert rockers Green on Red. On his latest, Bobby Fuller Died For Your Sins (Yep Roc Records), Prophet explores lingering mysteries and the tension between romance and cynicism. At Club Congress… Now imagine Ronald McDonald, the Hamburglar and Mayor McCheese rockin’ “the absolute fuck” out while covering Black Sabbath tunes. Bear witness to this bizarre spectacle when Mac Sabbath take you into the void at 191 Toole… Then, put your bibs on and come feast upon Krab Legz at The Flycatcher. With San Francisco’s Bear Call and Jeff Lownsbury’s JL6… This is not a musical event. Nonetheless, its sheer awesomeness cannot go unrecognized. A fantastical evening of epic myth and legend awaits when the Drunk Drag Queen Storytellers take over the party room at Welcome Diner… According to mythology, Andras was Grand Marquis of Hell with the head of a raven and winged body. OK, not that guy. Rather, the Australian music producer/DJ. Andras spins deep house/ambient at Club Congress…