Lykke Li Fabulosity

It has been a Fillmore extravaganza! With DeVotchKa, Lykke Li and Andrew Bird all within two weeks of one another, I thought I might just wet my pants. The music, the lights, the fellow melody lovers… it was better than a good cheese (and I do love my cheese). Lykke Li, the sweet little Swede she is, blew me away with her precious scratchy voice… i didn’t know the word “fuck” could sound innocent and kind. Listening to her on Mp3, I figured she would sing and speak quietly, but that voice does carry. A band is a band and Ms. Li Lykke Z. doesn’t make it all…. The entire group is masterful (and sexy; swear I’m not a vanity whore).

Their openers, Wildbirds and Peacedrums, were an incredible and powerful duo…. The whole even was a smilefest.

At the end of the show, being the chotchkie-grubbing fool I am, I was more than enthused to buy a vinyl from the openers (awesome album art I should add) and take a poster to hang on my overcrowded walls. For those of you who have yet to experience the SF Fillmore’s grace, the venue hands out a poster to EVERYONE at the end of most every show. They have done this since the the early years in rock’s golden age. I only wish I could have been there for Jefferson Airplane. So to all of you who don’t know the Fillmore and haven’t heard Lykke Li…. go there.