Andrew Bird, Fourth Presbyterian Church; December 10, 2013

I’ve got about an hour to tell you my thoughts on last night’s Gezellegheid shows before I get to go off and meet up with fellow erstwhile blogger Mel to go stand in line for a while.  (These write-ups were much easier to manage when I turned Birdmas into a staycation; maybe next year.)  Last night saw Bird play a setlist that was significantly the same as the first night, but as usual, he seems to be easing into the shows, loosening up and getting more comfortable as the week progresses.

When you see Bird perform live, you get the sense that he’s channeling something or someone.  It’s downright eerie the way his performance shifts and changes, especially as he switches in and out of genres at the drop of a hat.  Pure old Delta blues creeps in here; a touch of honky-tonk there; a hair-raising take on a gospel tune there.  His music is his own, yes, but he’s got a whole line of musical greats standing up behind him making up his own musical heritage.

It’s never more present than in shows like these, surrounded by the massive, cavernous space of Chicago’s Fourth Presbyterian Church.  Bird plays to an attentive audience in an historic, unique environment, and performer and audience feed off of each other in a continuous cycle.  And Bird’s communion with past and present, the here and the elsewhere, has definitely never been more apparent than in his stark, unadorned belting of a few lines of a Staple Singers tune: “Am I too close to turn around? Am I too close to heaven to turn around?”

Look, I have been to an absurd number of Andrew Bird shows over the years.  I have seen him in tiny, 150-person clubs and I have seen him at massive outdoor festivals and, at this point, just about everything in between.  (By my best recollection from last year’s calculations, this show was number 31.)  Very few times before have I had a jaw-dropping, hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-standing-up moment like I did with just those few bars of music.  His voice fills the room and calls you to attention with a question that he never quite finds the answer to.  We don’t know if he’s too close yet, but we do know that he was walking, could hardly stand; the swimming hour was at hand.

Last night, Andrew Bird was absolutely in sync with whatever it is that drives him.  He creates something special here at these shows, and this one was no exception.  With the freedom to let the music lead him, Bird digs deep into music traditions older than any of us and brings back something very special and otherworldly for us all to hear.  Fitting, then, that we dubbed the pre-show music to be of the “hipster Viking” variety — sometimes droning, sometimes soaring, always eerie and vaguely foreboding.   (On night #1, when Bird drew more heavily on Americana, aided by Tift Merritt on vocals and guitar, the pre-show music was from the American Anthology of Folk Music.)

Set One

  1. Hover
  2. Ethio
  3. Why?
  4. Action/Adventure
  5. Lit from Underneath
  6. Plasticities
  7. Darkbreads
  8. Three White Horses
  9. Pulaski at Night

Set Two

  1. First Song
  2. Waiting to Talk
  3. Some Happy Day
  4. Cathedrals
  5. Give It Away
  6. Orpheo
  7. Dyin Beds
  8. Frogs (Handsome Family cover)
  9. Too Close (Staple Singers cover)  > Headsoak
  10. Danse Caribe
  11. If I Needed You


  1. Weather Systems

Andrew Bird, Fourth Presbyterian Church; December 9, 2013

Hey, internet. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?  I’ve become a bit more of an occasional blogger than anything else, but there’s one very special time of year where I still have thoughts and feelings about music that I need to impart to you, and that’s during what I’ve previously dubbed Birdmas, that delightfully cozy yet brutally cold time of year when Andrew Bird comes to town for the Gezellegheid shows.

The true highlight of these annual shows is that Bird isn’t trying to sell us anything, so he’s free to go a little off-book in what he serves up to us.  Granted, he’s always been fairly unorthodox when touring in support of a new album — he engages in monstrous, lengthy tours, sure, but strikes an excellent balance between showcasing the new material and mining his back catalog — but the Gezellegheid shows are something else.   Although Bird recently released a mostly-instrumental EP, I Want to See Pulaski at Night, these annual shows are a time for him to experiment, and they’re usually a good indicator of where his sound is going to go in the future.  We’ve seen songs grow and change and mature over the years — Break It Yourself‘s “Eyeoneye” mutated over several years of being an instrumental tune called “Oh Baltimore”; “Pulaski at Night” debuted at last year’s Gezellegheid shows — and have gotten very early previews of works that haven’t even completely taken form yet.

This year, with Bird in between major albums and perhaps at a point in his life where he can sit back and be a little retrospective, he’s revisiting older material, and when Bird revisits something, you never quite know what form it’s going to wind up in at the end.  “Darkbreads” is the latest permutation of “Dark Matter” and its predecessor “Sweetbreads”.  “Dear Old Greenland” and “Waiting to Talk”, both Bowl of Fire tunes from 2001’s The Swimming Hour, have both been revised into country-inflected romps, further solidifying the notion that when Bird doesn’t know what direction to go in with his music, he defaults back to Americana.  He might be an indie superstar, and he might have classical training, but his real roots are in, well, roots music.  While I’m always excited to see what Bird comes up with next — he teased a possible Handsome Family covers album, although whether that’s true or just an off-the-cuff remark remains to be seen — I treasure these moments where he strips back the covers and gets back to basics.

As an aside, a pedantic trivia note from yours truly.  Bird played frequent fan favorite “Why?” at the beginning of the show, as he often does (this time complete with mid-song complete-lyric-meltdown), and mentioned that he didn’t think he’d played it before at a Gezellegheid show.  That’s not quite true; he did “Why?” during the 2010 run of shows here in Chicago.  Sorry, Bird.

We’ve got three more nights of Birdmas, so stay tuned for more thoughts from yours truly.

Set One

  1. Hover (instrumental)
  2. Ethiobirds (instrumental)
  3. Hole in the Ocean Floor
  4. Why?
  5. Lit from Underneath (instrumental)
  6. Plasticities
  7. Darkbreads (w/ Tift Merritt)
  8. Three White Horses (w/ TM)
  9. Pulaski at Night (w/ TM)

Set Two (all w/ TM)

  1. First Song
  2. Dyin Beds
  3. Dear Old Greenland
  4. Waiting to Talk
  5. Cathedral (Handsome Family cover)
  6. Give it Away
  7. Headsoak
  8. Orpheo Looks Back
  9. Danse Caribe
  10. If I Needed You (Townes Van Zandt cover)


  1. When the World’s on Fire (Carter Family cover, possibly?; w/ TM)
  2. Weather Systems

Forecastle, Day 2

Well, when there’s an outdoor festival, you’ve always got to expect the unexpected, and for a second year in a row, Forecastle got the unexpected shoved at it.  Thanks, weather.  But more on that later.

Sarah Jarosz

Sarah Jarosz

The day started uneventfully enough as I went to see Sarah Jarosz perform.  There was quite a sizeable crowd for her, the first act of the day, and many of them in costumes and weird body paint.  I consulted my schedule and realized the Flaming Lips were playing that stage later in the day.  I spent most of the time, covered in sweat, wondering how these people with face masks and reflective silver capes and wigs and silver body paint weren’t absolutely dying of the heat.  Props, y’all.  In her early 20s, Jarosz is another artist who makes me feel epically old with how talented and accomplished she is.  With a fiddle player and a cellist, she delivered a fantastic set of bluegrass and country tunes, including a cover of a Joanna Newsom song, and mentioned that she’s just wrapped up work on her third album, so hopefully we will have more from her in the future.

Shovels and Rope

Shovels and Rope

After her set, I made my way to the main stage to check out South Carolina-based husband and wife duo Shovels and Rope. Embarrassing factoid time, I picked up their album when I was in Minneapolis last year, and then it promptly went into the pile of “stuff I’ll listen to eventually” and now seven months later, I’d never gotten around to it.  Well, don’t I feel dumb, because they were amazing!  Take Matt and Kim and swap the synths and indie rock for a great rootsy, rockabilly vibe, and you’ve got Shovels and Rope. The duo, Michael Trent and Cary Ann Hearst swap roles easily, with one on guitar and the other on drums and keyboards.  Hearst is a real powerhouse on vocals, and I look forward to seeing more from them… and finally listening to their album.

After their set, I wandered around for a bit, got some food, and tried to figure out how I was going to spend the rest of the day, whenever an announcement came that due to impending inclement weather, the festival was being temporarily evacuated.  Last year, there were such severe thunderstorms and torrential downpours that the start of one day of the festival was actually delayed for a few hours.  I’m guessing that I just bring bad weather luck to Forecastle.  I trudged back to my home base and waited around for a while.  No weather materialized and the festival was repoened within about an hour or so. I continued to laze about until later, though, as the midday portion of the fest didn’t have much of interest to me.



I finally wandered back in time to see Freakwater perform.  They had a smaller crowd, facing stiff competition from The Alabama Shakes on the main stage, but Janet Bean and Catherine Irwin served up their excellent authentic alt-country.  Bean has a vocal style that I would love to aspire to have.  Her mouth opens and these amazing, big songs come out.  Their set felt natural and heartfelt and comfortable, the kind of stuff that I really connect with.  They haven’t released an album in years, but have been working on new material, so I hope to see something else from them soon.

I spend most of the rest of the day wandering about, half-listening to bands, including Nosaj Thing and The Joy Formidable, who I’d actually wanted to see, but didn’t have the energy for battling the crowd at that stage, so listened from afar instead.  I made my way back to the main stage in time to catch most of Jim James‘ set, and while I haven’t heard his new album, I will say that this man never appears to get tired. Ever.  At all. I don’t think he stood still at all for the 90-minute set. He alternated between vocals, saxophone, and guitar, and was a madman, a whirling dervish of hair and beard and flailing that was to be admired.  Towards the end of the set, he slowed things down with a more acoustic section, including his closer, an acoustic cover of “Let It Be”.  And while I doubt James knew this when he played the song, the verdict in the George Zimmerman trial had just been released.  I was sitting on the lawn, scrolling through tweets from friends of outrage and heartbreak, hearing James softly croon, “When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be.”  I don’t know, I don’t aim to inject politics in this post, but it felt poignant, and also sad and troubling at the same time.

Matt and Kim

Matt and Kim

I debated whether or not I wanted to stick around any longer after James’ set, and aimed to just wander for a bit more when I came across Matt and Kim performing.  And no matter how meh I feel about their music, especially recorded rather than live, they put on such an energetic, non-stop show that I found myself standing there for most of their set.   Their enthusiasm and sheer joy at playing is infectious, and the crowd loved their antics.  Is it the cleanest, slickest, most intellectually challenging music I heard all day?  Nope, but Kim’s huge smile as she pounds away on her drums is worth standing there watching for a while.  I’m glad that they’ve never lost that sheer joy of performing.

Coming next: day three, wherein I have a whole lot of tough choices to make in what sets I see.

Forecastle, Day 1

Hey there, internet.  Long time no see!

Here’s some brief recapping of my time at the Forecastle Festival in Louisville, KY, which is rapidly becoming one of my favorite festivals around.  The park isn’t oversold, for one, so there is plenty of room to spread out and enjoy yourself, and you also can still have a pretty good shot at sneaking your way through the crowd during a headliner’s set to get a good view.  Try that at Lollapalooza, friends.

While last year, I came mostly because Andrew Bird was on the bill, this year, I just bought a ticket and hoped the lineup would be excellent.  A lot of bands I don’t know, or have only sort of heard of, sure, but so far I haven’t been let down.

Here’s a brief recap of the first day, now with added photos!

Roadkill Ghost Choir

Roadkill Ghost Choir

I started my day out with Roadkill Ghost Choir, who reminded me a lot of My Morning Jacket, especially with lead singer Andrew Shepard’s vocals.  They had a sound that was half southern rock, half indie-psych-rock.  There was a guy rocking a banjo and a pedal steel, but there were also a lot of guitar riffs and distorted sounds.  Incredibly enjoyable!

The Pimps of Joytime

The Pimps of Joytime

I didn’t have anything else on my agenda for a while, so I wandered around and found myself drawn in by The Pimps of Joytime, playing on the main stage.  Funk is not necessarily always my thing, but, man, outside on a hot summer day, it’s pretty impossible not to find yourself moving to the beat. There were two women playing percussion and singing backing vocals, which was what caught my attention in the first place.  If these people weren’t inspired by Prince to at least some extent, I will eat my shoes.  Their music isn’t the kind of stuff I would have sought out on my own, but I’m definitely going to do so now.



Next up were local-to-Louisville indie/folk rockers Houndmouth, who I can’t believe I’ve never heard of before!  They’ve got an awesome sound — they reminded me of The Head and the Heart in a way, especially with the mix of male/female vocals.  I wish I’d discovered them earlier — they’re doing a small aftershow on the Belle of Louisville during the festival and I would have really liked that.  At one point, everyone in the band got up and switched instruments to sing a fantastic cover of “I Shall Be Released”.  It really highlighted the versatility of every member of the band; you’d never know they weren’t playing their primary instruments at all.

Old Crow Medicine Show

Old Crow Medicine Show

After that, I stayed in place at the main stage for Old Crow Medicine Show, who I somehow have never seen before, despite their jam being, well, my jam precisely.  There are legitimate criticisms about them and their music — some of which have been aired right here on this blog — but it is undeniable that they put on one hell of a show.  It’s constant energy from start to finish, and every member has some serious bluegrass chops.  Frontman Ketch Secor is a joy to watch as he runs and dances about stage playing his fiddle, and wails on the harmonica. Also, short of seeing Mumford & Sons at Lollapalooza a few years ago, when they were just starting to get big (*sob* I remember seeing them in a 500-some capacity club and now they’re headliners *sob*), I have never seen so many people — including the dudes next to me unironically wearing shirts for various metal bands — go apeshit over bluegrass.

Fireworks during Young the Giant's set

Fireworks during Young the Giant’s set

I ended my evening by listening to Young the Giant I say “listening” because I was sprawled out on my blanket on an empty stretch of concrete, eating my chili cheese fries and enjoying not being standing.  They make some great indie rock and tried out several new songs for the crowd.  The band reported that they’ve been recording and hope to have a new album out in January.  The crowd was really into it, and their set was punctuated by some fireworks from the riverfront, which made for an awesome end to the day.

Hooray for Covers! Scott Bradlee & The Postmodern Jukebox Band, “Thrift Shop”

For new faces around here, or those just checking in for the first time in a while, let me remind you about my love of quirky covers – ones that give a new spin to the original, where the covering artist takes it and makes it his/her own.  New York singer-songwriter Scott Bradlee has been doing this for a while.  He gained notice a couple of years ago for his Motown tribute to Nickleback; this time, Bradlee and company are back with a jazzy cover of Macklemore’s “Thrift Shop”.  Vocals are by Robyn Adele Anderson.  Check it out, and then download the track at Bandcamp.

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Wow, That’s a Good Song: Ben Taylor, “Oh Brother”

Ben Taylor is an artist who I’ve kept tabs on over the years, albeit casually, so I missed the fact that he’d released a new album, Listening, in mid-2012.  I picked up a copy when I was traipsing about the Electric Fetus in Minneapolis (one of the best music stores I’ve been to in ages) and finally got around to listening to it today, and it is fantastic.   Taylor, of course, is the son of James Taylor and Carly Simon, and has some big musical shoes to fill.  He is largely his own musical  creature, but sometimes he sounds so much like his father that it’s eerie. On “Oh Brother”, he pays homage to  his father both lyrically and in vocal styling, in a way that makes me smile a whole lot.

no man is a hero every day
and even a champion loses the day before the race
try not to be sleeping when you’re wide awake
and when your chance comes, have fun, don’t be afraid

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