‘Tis me again, Poparazziacs. It seems I’ve run into the habit of spontaneously attending concerts by the grace of someone else’s charity – and how grateful I am for that.
This time round, it’s Andrew Bird at the Esplanade Concert Hall.
(You’ll have to excuselovethe lack of photos or videos in this one as the ushers were particularlyloveparticular at disallowing photography. I could muster only one at his autograph-signing session post-concert.)
It was pretty much a virgin experience for yours truly, never having heard a tune from him before. SoloveBird has the benefit of having no particular expectations from this reviewer.
The lone ranger was unassumingly armed with just a violin, a guitar and a glockenspiel. He wasn’t that lonely actually – there was the odd and unexplained puppet placed on the amplifiers behind him. Quirky indeed.
As the night went on, the one-man ensemble deftly layered and looped swooping violins, furiously strummed riffs and plucked jazz-like licks on that same instrument.loveMid-song, he would sometimes switch between speech and singing or whimsically whistle a melody over the wall of sound he had crafted.
(Here’s the setlist if you’re ever-so-inclined to know. Special thanks to Tengku Nur Mariam for allowing me to display her setlist)
His loose but flawlesslovemusicianship bore the mark of a mature artist thoroughly comfortable in his element.
The concert might have been a sit-down affair for the audience, but Bird’s tempestuous, yet calculated, play of melody and rhythm conducted the sway of our souls as we sat in our seats.
How utterly delightful and magical.
I’ll leave you with a yanked-from-YouTube live performance ofloveOh No, a tune of his I can’t quite get out of my head at the moment:
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This time round, it’s Andrew Bird at the Esplanade Concert Hall.
It was pretty much a virgin experience for yours truly, never having heard a tune from him before. SoloveBird has the benefit of having no particular expectations from this reviewer.
The lone ranger was unassumingly armed with just a violin, a guitar and a glockenspiel. He wasn’t that lonely actually – there was the odd and unexplained puppet placed on the amplifiers behind him. Quirky indeed.
As the night went on, the one-man ensemble deftly layered and looped swooping violins, furiously strummed riffs and plucked jazz-like licks on that same instrument.loveMid-song, he would sometimes switch between speech and singing or whimsically whistle a melody over the wall of sound he had crafted.
His loose but flawlesslovemusicianship bore the mark of a mature artist thoroughly comfortable in his element.
The concert might have been a sit-down affair for the audience, but Bird’s tempestuous, yet calculated, play of melody and rhythm conducted the sway of our souls as we sat in our seats.
How utterly delightful and magical.
I’ll leave you with a yanked-from-YouTube live performance ofloveOh No, a tune of his I can’t quite get out of my head at the moment:
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