I saw Andrew Bird for the first time when he opened for The Decemberists when they played the Hollywood Bowl with the LA Philharmonic. I had never even heard of him before, but suddenly there's this quirky guy with bashful dance moves putting on an absolutely astonishing show. He simultaneously plays guitar, harmonica, xylophone, violin - and employs a sequencer and that twirling gramophone thing to loop it all together. He builds up this complex, lovely, sprightly and finely layered confection for each song, and all of it live. The recordings don't do justice to how fun it was to see him live. But this song is a little bleak, but moves along briskly none-the-less, which suits me just fine this rather bleak but no-time-to-dawdle Monday.