Shared this with my Dad a few years ago. We were one tick on the viewer count. We enjoyed it. Now he's gone, but our time together watching this and smiling is still recorded in some minuscule fashion.
I've loved Andrew Bird for years, but I've never seen him perform. His music is beautiful. And it doesn't hurt that he's not too shabby looking himself.
Andrew Bird has to be the epitome of the word "Troubadour". There have been several over the years, but I believe Andrew is at the pinnacle. I've never heard finer than this song.
Andrew Bird isn't just a singer, just a musician, just a kick-arse whistler... He's a dancer. A beautiful dancer that uses his erratic motion to keep time and his every step to create loops and chains of notes to infinity. He dances with his fingertips across the instruments, or with his lips to sketch out the quiver of his whistle. He knows how to dance with his own mind, and how to take yours along with.
Man - every time that second layer of bowed violin comes in at the 1:42 mark, my pupils dialate, my mouth lolls open, my breathing slows to a near stop, and I sit here paralyzed, staring into the middle distance as the sound washes over me...that shit is better than an acid flashback
In the early 70's, country music composer/musician Chet Atkins had invented the echo plea, forerunner technology to what Andrew is doing. The Art of mastering this expression was pioneered by Ronnie Prophet, a musician of notoriety who for many years has worked in both Nashville and Branson. Andrew shows considerable focus to be able to effectively use these techniques to express his musical pursuits. As one who has seen Ronnie Pphet numerous times, I can tell you, what Andrew is doing is noth
Tenuous at best was all he had to say when pressed about the rest of it, the world that is From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to porto-centric Lisboans Greek Cypriots and Hobis-hots Who hang around the ports a lot Here's where things start getting weird While chinless men will scratch their beards Tool their minds to sharpened axes Brush up on the Uralic syntaxes Love of hate acts as an axis Love of hate acts as an axis First it wanes and then it waxes (So procreate and pay your taxes) [Chorus] Ten you us ness less seven comes to three Them you us plus eleven Thank the heavens for their elasticity And that's for those who live and die for astronomy [Verse 2] When Copraphagia was writ Know when to stand know when to sit Can't stand to stand can't stand to sit and who would want to know this Click click click [Bridge] Who wants to look upon this Who wants to look upon this Pray tell Who wants to look upon this Who wants to look upon this Pray tell Pray tell [Chorus] Tenuousness less seven comes to three Them you us plus eleven Comes just shy of infinity And that's for those who live and die for numerology
Lyrics to read along on mobile. Tenuous at best was all he had to say When pressed about the rest of it, the world that is From proto-Sanskrit Minoans to Porto-centric Lisboans Greek Cypriots and harbor sorts who hang around in ports a lot uh huh Here's where things start getting weird While chinless men will scratch their beards And to their minds a sharpened axe Is brushed upon the Uralic syntaxes Love of hate acts as an axis Love of hate acts as an axis First it wanes and then it waxes When coprophagia was writ Know when to stand or when to sit Can't stand to stand, can't stand to sit And who would want to know this? Click, click, click Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this? Who wants to look upon this pray, pray tell? Tenuousness, less seven comes to three Them, you, us plus eleven comes just shy of infinity And as for those who live and die from numerology
I'm just incredibly jealous at those three people sitting at the corner and listening to his sublime musicscape! How can they keep that oh-so-quiet manner without showing muchc emotion?
THIS is why I love live music! It is too easy to take for granted what we hear when a recording slips through our ears as only so much background noise. But to SEE and EXPERIENCE the workings of a creative mind and the process by which that sound is made is what really lets us separate the fluff from the good stuff. Top shelf work here. Kudos, Mr. Bird, and thank you.
if there was an Olympics for music back in the day when the Olympics started, old man Bird would be a serious contender for an olive wreath! this is so beautiful!
I just stumbled on this, and it blew me away. I havent heard music this beautiful and original for a looong time, its so refreshing. Ive been enlightened! Thank god for Andrew Bird!
This. Is love at first listen. Its sex for the ears. Its a cosmic enlightenment of musical notes and feelings that could make the most depressed feel bittersweet. Its pretty much a great song
I imagine it would be a cool sensation to do something like this in a big, empty cathedral. To just get maybe 15 layers or so of different violin riffs going, then just step back, and listen to it loop and fill all of the empty space and just surround you. That, my friends, is when epiphanies happen.
at age 24 i've started to become detached with a lot of the music i grew up with. i only started listening to this guy's work in the last year or so, but Andrew Bird saved my faith in music.
