On Friday afternoon, my gentleman caller informed me about a just-announced secret Andrew Bird show the following night. This is perhaps the first time I have actually found out about a secret show in time to get tickets, and though I had to blow off some of my other Saturday plans to attend, it was completely worth it. It was wonderful seeing him in such a small intimate venue, and I happened to score perhaps the best spot in the room which didn’t hurt, either.
The band played the entire new (unreleased) album from start to finish, as well as some other treats. And unlike most sold out shows I see in Brooklyn, there wasn’t a single asshole in the crowd, at least not that I could tell. Everyone was totally into it, just standing there completely rapt with big dumb grins the whole time. I know I was.
