I dreamed you were a cosmonaut
of the space between our chairs
And I was a cartographer
of the tangles in your hair
I sang the song that silence sings
It’s the one that everybody knows, everybody knows
The song that silence sings
And this is how it goes
These looms that weave apocrypha
they’re hanging from a strand
The dark and empty rooms were full
of incandescent hands
If only every school night was capped with the absolute magic of Andrew Bird. Last night, after 8 hours of time-suffocating stress, I emerged from the eventually-found car park into Hyde Park on a beautiful Sydney early summer evening. I might be terribly biased, but itâ€™s honestly the most glorious park. Itâ€™s all about those trees â€“ their bottoms and their tops equally stretched and tangled out around themselves to cover the view of both the earth and the sky. I read somewhere, a little while ago, that theyâ€™re dying. That eventually all those magnificent Morton Bay Figs will rot from the inside out, become unstable, and need to be taken down. That, if it happens, will be a tragedy of epic proportions.
Anyway, I digress.
Two nights in a row of Andrew Bird is barely enough. Lucky for me Iâ€™m probably also seeing him at the Vanguard on the 28th. While Sunday night was amazingly great, last night was just magical. An almost perfect set list (PLEASE play Fake Palindromes at the Vanguard Mr Bird) combined with that lovely venue (the Famous Spiegeltent) meant I was enchanted pretty much from the moment I sat down. It doesnâ€™t take much to enchant me, granted. Iâ€™m a fool for any amount of perceived magic. But stars pushing through almost-black and stained glass windows and velvety drapes and wigs falling from the sky (??) were a given to get me giddy.
And then thereâ€™s Mr Bird himself. Itâ€™s probably not fair one sole person should contain all that talent â€“ hearing him play the violin pulled a sort of physical reaction from me. His lyrics take you to strange, familiaryetunfamilar places filled with kittens and monsters and the world ending and creatures that evolve before your very eyes.
And he played Lull. That in of itself would have had me delirious.
So now the Sufjan countdown is on. 4 sleeps to go. Both Saturday night and Sunday night will find me at the State Theatre hopefully witnessing genius of another kind altogether. This girl is hoping like mad he brings the wings. Because honestly, how can anyone resist a beautiful boy playing beautiful music wearing beautiful wings??!
Not this girl, anyway.