Andrew Bird - Noble Beast - Fat Possum, 2009
Hey Andrew, your whistling is really intense. I see your lips come together and then the purest note I’ve ever heard stabs my ear like a brand new Kuhn Rikon knife. After I clean up the blood, I really start enjoying your orchestrated layers. Then I hate them. Its nearly unexplainable, but I’ll try. After 30 seconds of amazingly produced sounds and intricate rhythms I get bored. Very very very very very very very very very very bord. Like oldfolkswaitingtodie bored. And I’m forced to turn your wonderful music off. Why do you do this to me? What drives me to slam down my spacebar in frustration? I have to believe it’s you. I’ve never actually met you, so dont take this as an insult, Andy. Its just my impression. 1 part impression + 2 parts superopinionated = You’re probably a prick. You can’t possibly think we perceive you otherwise. You went from zootsuitlame to aviatorhip in 5.2 years. Must have been your Japanese baby training. Rack one up for socialism.