I saw Andrew Bird at the Pageant last night (here's my buddy's review of the show). The man is a genius—singing his mind-boggling lyrics, whistling perfectly melodic accompaniment, playing violin and guitar in the same songs, along with the glockenspiel (whose notes he often tweaked with a warbly little whistled trill), setting up devilish loops with foot pedals (he played the show shoeless, after removing them during the first song), and coordinating tightly with his band. What a great show.
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