Puppetry: Thanks to a Catholic upbringing that delivered robust doses of guilt and shame that heightened a fear of, well, everything, statues have always scared the bejeebus out of us. This days, children are made from hardier, more secular stuff, so the National Museum of Decorative Arts and History in Dublin’s Collins Barrack is putting on a performance piece inspired by the statues of O’Connell Street. Moving Statues is directed by Mikel Murfi, and takes place on Sunday at 3pm. Admission is free. We’ll be the ones watching through our hands.

Music: It’s a tough weekend for gigs in the capital; turn over a cobblestone in the capital and you’ll find a class international act singing their heart out. Saturday night is particualrly chock-a-rock. Anna Calvi will be showing Vicar Street it’s not the boss of her, and if her performances last time round, at the Workmans Club and Other Voices in Kerry, are anything to go by, this should be quite the treat. Meanwhile, Dublin outfit The Dying Seconds are launching their new album Glimmerers across the river in the Grand Social. The band have been honing their chops with quite a few shows in the past year or so, and they’ve gotten the stamp of approval from none other than the kings of hipsterville, The National. Suits you, sir. Glen Campbell will be in the Convention Centre – no description necessary for a man of his stature. And Battles will be bringing their math rock to the Button Factory and possibly stealing the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ record for most gigs in Ireland. Well, it is Science Week after all. Anyone for bilocation?

Art: Jospeh Walsh’s furniture has to be seen to be believed. No you haven’t wandered into the homes and gardens blog instead, and I haven’t been watching too much Kirstie Allsopp online (actually that last bit is a lie). Walsh is one of this country’s top craftsmen and his pieces are carved and worked into fantastic, almost biological shapes that swoop and curve in lines that water would have trouble achieving. His first solo show in Ireland opens tonight at the Oliver Sears Gallery, and features new works from Walsh’s Erosion and Enignum series.

Here’s my new bed. Cost a few bob but I think it really ties the room together

Theatre: There are few playwrights with the stature of John B Keane, and he has written few characters with the size and power of Big Maggie. This latest production from Druid builds on that company’s stellar reputation, with an all-star cast and Garry Hynes in charge. Irish mammies are a fearsome lot, but none are more terrifying than Maggie Polpin, played with tremendous louche surliness by Aisling O’Suillivan, and “a Kerry accent so hard it leaves bruises”, according to Peter Crawley. It’s in the Town Hall Theatre in Galway until Saturday and then heads for the Gaiety Theatre next week, before taking in the rest of the country.

Experimental: If you are looking for something a little more experimental, Netnakisum should be right up your cul de sac. This is a trio that take elements of classical, jazz, rock, madness, derangement and yodelling and throw it at anythign from Viennese waltzes to Britney Spears. It’s improvisation at its most oddball, so hold on to your odd-shaped hats. They play the Riverbank Arts Centre in Newbridge tonight, Droiched Arts Centre in Louth on Friday, and the Mermaid Arts Centre in Bray on Saturday.

Meanwhile, on Sunday night, Australian crew The Necks are bringing their live show to Whelans. This an experimental jazz trio that move from moody, dark mutterings to full bore noise onslaughts – expect simple figures to be built and layered over the course of, oh, roughly an hour, before a no-holds-barred break out. Its challenging, intelligent and ambitious. Nice.

And speaking of nice, I’ve being writing a lot about jazz lately, so much so that I’m worried I’m starting to turn into this guy. Pass the black polo neck. I’ll resolve your rising chromatic pattern. Great? Wonderful.

Enjoy your weekend.