Stones A one-Column ad sending people to an obscure Boston Woolworth's last week got the Stone's visit in June sold out before you could decide whether it was still worth it. Not like New York, where the Stones are always humming in the air anyway, and where a Mao-like billboard spans Times Square hailing their arrival. And not like 1972, when the band's sweep across the country didn't leave you much choice. There's still a chance of getting to the June 11 and 12 concerts, though, as people were allowed to buy four tickets each and a lot of scalping is bound to go on--at decadent prices. They'll be in N.Y. and L.A. five days each, too. Ron Wood of the Faces is temporarily standing in for the departed Mick Taylor on the tour.

John Lincoln Wright and the Sour Mash Boys might be in the position that J. Geils was in six or seven years ago when you could amble over to the Cambridge Common on a sunny afternoon and see a band that was going places--JLW is the closest thing to a Boston group that you always feel you might be seeing in intimate circumstances for the last time. But sometimes I think that because they're basically a beer, bar and good-time band, fit for small places and close rapport, they'll stay in that closed circle--in which case Cambridge is still like Berkeley, where you can check into a club and see Garcia and Saunders or Asleep at the Wheel on a Tuesday night with nothing to do. But no matter, Wright and the Boys are the finest country, western swing and country rock band in New England--hands down--and they're easy enough to listen to that weekend people up for drinking and dancing in the abstract always tend to ambie in and forget that what they're stomping to isn't too far from the same tradition that brought you "Hee Haw" (though Wright is to Hee Haw as the Stones were to the Monkees). Anyway, just returned from the Big Apple, and featuring the incomparable Spacey John Macey on pedal steel, John Lincoln Wright and the Sour Mask, Boys, presented by the Harvard-Radcliffe Friends of Country, Country-Western, and Western Swing. A Country Dance, at Mather House Dining Hail, one dollar, BYOS, 9 p.m. to 1 a.m., Friday night.

Neil Sedeks. For this one, wakin' up is hard to do, ooh-wah-ooo. At the Harvard Square Theater tonight.

One more thing is the height of the orgy period (now copywrited) at WHRS. especially starting tonight at midnight, a 22-hour marathon called "The Agony and the Ecstasy," lecturing bands that didn't quite make it but should have. Followed immediately at 10 p.m. Friday by the Beatles Orgy.