It's 6:30 on Saturday morning, but I can't sleep anymore. I keep waking up so, dammit, I'm going to sit here and wait for the day to start.
I had a lovely evening last night seeing Andrew Bird and Apostle of Hustle at the Riviera. It may have jumped up into my top five shows ever (well, at least top ten). A. Bird played such glorious music (the phrase I kept thinking of was "ocean of noise;" thanks, Arcade Fire!). He definitely has a knack for evolution and adapting his sound for such a large venue, and it was absolutely fantastic. It was loud and interesting and I danced and nothing was going to ruin it for me, not even the dumb bitch next to me who kept yelling, "If that motherfucker doesn't play "Action/Adventure," I'm going to cut someone."
I spotted Nora O'Connor up in the private boxes to the right of the stage, and I kept hoping she'd just swing down and join Andrew on stage. And then she did - well, she walked on stage instead of swinging, but I was really, really excited nonetheless. I'm going to have to start listening to her solo work and hopefully catch a live show somewhere in Chicago.
Also, Apostles of Hustle! I'd only seen two of the guys tour with Feist two years ago, and I knew nothing about them other than, "Hey, that's a great band name." But damn, they were pretty amazing, as well. But really, I love anyone who's affiliated with Broken Social Scene.
Anyway, I've still got a nice buzz from the good music, and I'm excited because my concert calendar is quickly filling up again: Bright Eyes on Monday (my destiny is finally being fulfilled: I'll be drunk and crying, hopefully), I'm buying Amy Winehouse / Patrick Wolf tickets in a few hours, and then Peter, Bjorn and John, Feist, Arcade Fire!, and The Decemberists (a free show with the Grant Park Orchestra!). And even though the first night is going to be boring because I don't care about Sonic Youth, GZA, or Slint, I'm really, really excited about Pitchfork (Cat Power! Iron & Wine! Girl Talk! New Pornographers! Megan! Kelly!).
Also, it's going to be in the '70s today. It's about goddamn time.