Friday, Devil in a Woodpile and Charlie Parr took the Morseland crowd back to a simpler time, one where you sit your ass on a stump in the woods and tap your foot to the beat. It had been too long since I caught DIWP, a mainstay at the Hideout. Boy, did I miss its brand of music. Parr was a bonus. The bushy bearded Duluthian impressed me with his down-home presence, agile pickin' and haunting voice.
Two days later, me and five others listened to the present and future of music. Vampire Weekend, the NYC-based buzz band of the moment, treated the Metro crowd to an efficient yet entertaining set of 14 songs that had fans smiling and shuffling for about an hour.
While I'll probably never see VW again, as I expect its shows to cost more than I care to spend on live acts ($20+), the foursome, led by the baby faced Ezra Koenig (a star in the making), sure hit the spot Sunday. For those who didn't weren't able to squeeze into the sold-out venue, the Columbia grads return to the Chicago scene this summer for Pitchfork's festival.
(This is my first post in what I hope will be many more. I intend this site as a way to peak inside a part of my life through the lens of the music that I love.)
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