So my last week was a little bit absurdly busy, to the point where I just couldn’t make it to a show I’d planned to go to on Sunday, and just slept instead.  I felt bad about it, because I’ve been looking forward to having a chance to see Eliza Gilkyson for a long time, but I figured that falling asleep mid-show (or, more likely, falling asleep on the Brown line and not actually even making it to the Old Town School) would be more rude than just not using the ticket.

But it looks like I’ve got a chance to make up for that, as Eliza is playing at the Hideout tonight along with Robbie Fulks for his Monday night residency.  So looks like I’ll (finally!) be heading out to the Hideout for a show!  (It’s only taken four years of living here for me to make it out there…)  I’ll also be checking out the Antlers at Lincoln Hall on Thursday, and Gogol Bordello at the Congress on Friday.  I’m actually going to that one more to see Devotchka than anything else, but oh well.  It will be an adventure.

Monday, April 19
Robbie Fulks, Eliza Gilkyson; Hideout.  7 pm, $10 suggested donation
Ben Folds, Kate Miler-Heidke; The Vic.  7:30 pm, sold out
Hot Chip, The xx; the Riviera.  8 pm, sold out

Tuesday, April 20
Ben Folds, Kate Miler-Heidke; The Vic.  7:30 pm, $35
JC Brooks & the Uptown Sound; Lincoln Hall.  8 pm, $5 (DVD release party for Fish Out of Water)
Blue October; House of Blues.  9 pm, $28-30

Wednesday, April 21
Ben Folds, Kate Miler-Heidke; The Vic.  7:30 pm, sold out
Charlotte Gainsbourg, AM; Park West.  8 pm, $30

Thursday, April 22
Corinne Bailey Rae; The Vic.  8 pm, $26
Passion Pit; Congress Theater.  8 pm, $25
The Raveonettes; Cubby Bear Wrigleyville.  9 pm, free with RSVP to RedEyeEvents@tribune.com
The Antlers, Phantogram; Lincoln Hall.  9 pm, $13-15
Horse Feathers, Caroline Smith and the Good Night Sleeps; Schubas.  9 pm, $8-10

Friday, April 23
Gogol Bordello, Devotchka, Jessie Malin, St. Mark’s Social; Congress Theater.  7 pm, $27.50-29
Marie Digby, Jessica Robbins; Schubas.  7 pm, $12
Las Guitarras de Espana, SPACE.  8 pm, $20-32
Martin Sexton, Ryan Montbleau Band; Park West.  8 pm, $27
Semi Precious Weapons, Subterranean.  8 pm, $10-12
Carbon Leaf, Alex Band; Lincoln Hall.  9 pm, $15

Saturday, April 24
Natalie Merchant; Art Institute of Chicago (Rubloff Auditorium).  7 pm, $45
Yonder Mountain Duo; Old Town School of Folk Music.  7:30 pm, $18-22
BB King, Rachel Cantu; House of Blues.  8 pm, $76-78
Umphrey’s McGee; Lincoln Hall.  8 pm, sold out
The Polkaholics; Atlantic Bar & Grill (5062 N Lincoln).  9 pm, free
Melissa Auf Der Mar; Beat Kitchen.  9:30 pm, $12 Cancelled due to volcano.
The Infamous String Dusters; Martyrs.  10 pm, $15

Sunday, April 25
Sia, Girl in a Coma; The Vic.  7:30 pm, $22.50
BB King, Rachel Cantu; House of Blues.  8 pm, $76-78
The Album Leaf, Sea Wolf; Lincoln Hall.  9 pm, $14

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[ Fantastic local blog Gapers Block has printed my review in their music section, Transmission. Head on over there and give Gapers Block some love. ]

In front of a crowd of around 250 people, scattered at tables and chairs across the wide open floor of the Art Institute’s new modern wing, Andrew Bird showed yet again why he is a force to be reckoned with in today’s music scene. His short set drew mainly from Noble Beast, with a few nice surprises: an unanticipated side trip off into b-side territory (“The Water Jet Cilice”), a reworking of some old songs (“Sweetmatter”), and a new song that he’s been working on. The crisp, clean lines of the modern wing were well suited to a night of Bird’s music, who commented at one point that the environment made him want to play more legato music, broad strokes, instead of “pointy” things. The space really seemed to give Bird’s music the chance to grow and take shape, unconfined, to be whatever it wanted to be, the way his music should really be heard.

Bird opened his set with “The Water Jet Cilice”, a song which has popped up a few different times on EPs (Soldier On, Fingerlings 3). The song’s long been a favorite of mine, and when I heard the opening strains, the churning violin and startling whistle, from way off in the middle of nowhere, aka where the restroom was, well, let’s say I walked just a little bit faster to get back to my seat. After the song, he talked to the audience for a bit, mentioning that he was asked to tell an anecdote about the Art Institute. He shared a story about going to the museum when he was around six, with his mother and some other neighborhood children. In looking at the paintings, he recalled standing in front of one – a Rembrandt – and really having the urge to touch it. So, of course, he did, and promptly got yelled at by the security guard. Somehow, I don’t think this was the type of anecdote that the organizers were hoping he would share – I imagine they were hoping for something a little more cerebral – but it suited the audience just fine.

More after the jump…

After the anecdote, he played “Sweetmatter” (the reworking of “Sweetbreads” and “Dark Matter”), and then into “Effigy”, which always works well in a solo setting. I think the solo voice + violin/guitar does well to convey the sort of awkward isolation that the song talks about (and which, as always, I think a large percentage of the audience can identify with). There was a tiny hiccup in the middle of the song as he switched from violin to guitar, only to turn in circles, looking for something that clearly wasn’t there or in reach. The violin loops kept going as someone handed him the capo to his guitar and the show, of course, went on.

“Effigy” was followed by “Natural Disaster”, and then a new song. He didn’t give a title, but prefaced it by saying that it, like “Sweetmatter”, is a combination of an older song, an old spiritual, and some other stuff. I didn’t catch all of the lyrics, but the song definitely incorporated parts of “Keep Your Lamp Trimmed and Burning” and “Jesus Gonna Make Up My Dyin’ Bed”. The song seemed sort of bleak, but I was a little too mesmerized to focus wholly on the lyrics, so it’s very likely that I just didn’t get it.

“Anonanimal” followed the new song, and I always enjoy seeing Bird perform this one by himself. With the full band, he invariably starts it out too fast, and either the band has to play like crazy to keep up, or he stops and restarts to come up with a more fair tempo. It’s not like the song was off to the races tonight, but it still felt like it fell into a faster groove than it has when I’ve seen him perform it with the full band. Bird’s been experimenting with adding guitar to this song lately; he’s been trying it out since Schubas/Lollapalooza in August, and he still hasn’t got the timing down quite yet. After finishing a verse on violin, Bird paused for a moment, trying to remember what came next. “Hold on a second,” he said, putting the violin down and reaching for the guitar. “I forgot about that.” Not perfection, but the earnest way in which he went about it makes up for any lack of polish or momentary forgetfulness.

Finally, Bird rounded off his set with “Scythian Empires”, after debating with himself and the audience as to whether or not he should add on any more songs. He eventually decided to call it a night with that song, despite urging from the audience for two more, three more, a whole night’s worth of songs.

As always, a beautiful set of music from Andrew Bird, who leaves the audience wanting more, but also leaves them wanting to sit back and digest what they just heard. After he was done performing, guests were allowed to wander some of the galleries in the Modern Wing, which was a beautiful way to cap off the evening. Roaming around and looking at art that challenges your mind to see things in a different way was the perfect follow-up, in my opinion, to an hour or so of listening to music that does much of the same.

I feel incredibly fortunate to have been able to attend this event, that I was able to bring a good friend with me, and that I had the opportunity (or sheer luck in timing) to be able to talk to Andrew Bird for a few moments (where I promptly had word vomit and tried to convey about ten ideas at once; I think he of anyone would understand an admirer’s social awkwardness) and take a photo. Maybe someday, I’ll be able to get those ten ideas all out in sequence instead of in a jumble and have a conversation instead of just hurling words of awe at the man. But if you’re out there, Andrew Bird, thank you for being kind and gracious and gifting us all with another night of gorgeous music. You inspire me as a musician and a writer, and I can’t help but come away from each performance feeling privileged to have been able to be a part of that sort of creation.

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