
I'm sure there's such thing as too much good music. Really, I'm sure that at some point the brain overloads -- causing the listener to crave the sweet, sweet pre-fab pop of top 40 or to take to huddling in elevators allowing the unobtrusive soundtrack to soothe his or her over-stimulated ears. After spending Thursday night at the Orpheum, the combined forces of Loney Dear and Andrew Bird brought me close to that precarious edge. But seeing as how I rolled out of bed the next day wanting nothing more than to throw myself ears first [...]