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From all that can be determined through it, Bird belongs to no known stratum, but a subtext that isn't prone to easy answers. He does sneaky things with a violin and guitar. He can make his mouth and voice do impressive contortions, and all the while listening to him, you will find yourself not blinking or breathing much, just enough to get by until the next break in song. He writes something funny below when he talks about the rural Midwest being a sleeper. He's kind of a sleeper himself, this one Andrew Bird.

He makes songs that positively have wings on them - huge Big Bird wings - with massive wind-grabbing feathers that allow the songs to rise and rise and rise and then just glide down on the pockets of blue wind, just as the beady-eyed hawks do out along the road ditches near his home, looking to poach some slithery field mice below.

His latest album, Armchair Apocrypha , is all rubies and diamonds, pleasing in its cuts and refractions. It continues with his mission to make the smartest, most dressed up mists of shrewd lightning bolts - they strike you right in the temple and turn you all yellow on the inside, while leaving your outer sides the same as they always were. It's a better experience than the one that usually happens with a song, where the outside is all that's affected. The sound quality on this is terrible - lots of clipping except for the encores, and is provided for completists only.

Untitled violin instrumental Hole in the Ocean Floor Afrique Desperation Breeds Fiery Crash Danse Caribe Lusitania Orpheo Looks Back Eyeoneye Andrew Bird Palace Theater, St. Setlist: 1. Sisyphus 3. Disc 1 1. Intro 2. Imitosis 3. Fiery Crash 4. Dear Dirty 5. Spare-Ohs 6. Why 7. Plasticities 8. Heretics 9. Simple X Armchairs Disc 2 1. Stringz 2. Fake Palindromes 3. Skin Is, My 4. Scythian Empire 5. Darkmatter - Encore - 6. Action Adventure 7. Notes: It's winter time, which means there were a lot of coughs, jacket rustling, and someone near me that made a loud sniffle several times every single song.

I did my best to address some of these issues using Izotope but sometimes couldn't without hurting the recording. Acoustics weren't great where I was seated, this recording is drenched in reverb. My recording from the night previous came out much better. Lull from "Weather Systems" 3. Capital I 7. Skin from "Weather Systems" 9. Skin Intro 3. Sovay 4. Measuring Cups 7. Banking On A Myth 8.

Master Fade 9. Fake Palindromes Armchair Apocryphists First Song 2. Why 5. MX Missles 6. Goth Olympians 7. Lull 8. Don't Be Scared Weather Systems - Encore 1 - Disc One Hole In The Ocean Floor Eyeoneye Disc Two Railroad Bill When The Helicopter Comes Fatal Shore Tables And Chairs Doctor Strings teasing Olympians Cracking Codes Spare-Ohs Dear Dirty Armchairs Skin Is, My Scythian Empire Sovay 3.

Dark Matter favorite favorite favorite favorite 1 reviews Topic: Live concert Source: streaming web. Eugene Why? Instrumental Intro Tenuousness Bird introduction 2. I album version 5. First Song 6. Opposite Day 7. Lull 9. Capital I full version Don't Be Scared Disc 2 1. Bird story 2. Happy Birthday 3. MX Missiles 4. Measuring Cups 5. Skin 6. Weather Systems - Encore - 7. Tables and Chairs favorite favorite favorite favorite 3 reviews Topic: Live concert Source: Soundboard.

Archipelago Overture Fallorun Why Goth Olympians Archipelago Proxy War Don The The Sifters solo Desperation Breeds EyeonEye Fitz and the Dizzy Spell Near Death Experience Orpeheo Looks Back Plasticities Disc Two Tables and Chairs Fake Palindromes Encore Capitol I 3.

It should be where he receives his mail. He should be sharing pithy comments with that mailman, on a sun-drenched porch, as he hands over the super saver coupons, energy bill and that week's New Yorker or something just as high brow, maybe our favorite, The Believer. The homestead, as we believe it to be, has a detached garage, a pump house, a wide open lawn that would take an hour to push mow, some grandly hanging maple trees, a garden rife with caterpillars and rabbits, and a half mile to the next house.

It should be on a gravel road, tucked so comfortably into the countryside, but it doesn't have to be. The house itself is probably warm, smells like burnt wood and feels as if you could be happy forever inside of it, never leaving, just reading the hardbound books on its shelves.

Bird and his music lend themselves to a myriad of postulations and elaborate ideas about where his music is first cradled and babied, where it's nursed and doctored. From all that can be determined through it, Bird belongs to no known stratum, but a subtext that isn't prone to easy answers.

He does sneaky things with a violin and guitar.