Andrew Bird and Chicago Symphony Orchestra

Andrew Bird is a human wunderkammer... A walking cabinet of musical and scientific curiosities.
From out his kaleidoscopic mind, all kinds of marvels pour - and, refreshingly, none of them are akin to a simple love song. They're a child's wide-eyed wonderings at the world, sometimes anxious, sometimes curious; always mysterious, always looking up at the stars. Even when they're about emotions, they're fundamentally scientific.
There's no single genre to define the man's style. There's vintage swing Andrew Bird, all thrilling, crackling blasts of gramophonic sound and foot-shuffling strings. There's indie rock Andrew Bird, the one who plays at muddy summer music festivals to crowds of welly-wearing cool kids, plugging in and playing up the electric guitar-heavy tracks. Then there's no-one-word-to-describe-it Andrew Bird, where washes of sound slip through holes in the ocean floor, where a violin bow yielded with surgical precision can cut right through your heart. Where you don't look back, 'cause it'll drive you mad. At a live shows he whistles, sings, plucks strings and strums his violin. Alone he is breathtaking. Add in some live-looping technology, and he becomes a one-man orchestra.
When he delves into "Why" - his signature live tune that seems to make it into every concert - he does so with unrelenting passion, harvested from a quiet well of sensuality you didn't know was hidden inside that slender frame.
Turns out Andrew Bird, like the Tardis, is bigger on the inside.

To be honest, it is quite sad and a bit embarrassing to say that my generation (the millennials) do not appreciate classical music as much as they should. There is this apparent stuffiness that is included with the idea of attending a classical music concert; that it will be dependently boring. But if you get the opportunity to see a great orchestra, in a great venue, it is absolutely life changing. It becomes more than just a show, it becomes a full experience that you will always look back on and truly appreciate all that it gave you.

As you take your seat, you can see the orchestra already set up, except the chairs are empty, and then the lights dim a little bit, and the musicians start to file in, with the last person being the director. The orchestra gets settled in, and starts to tune up, and then the conductor calls everyone to order, and then it starts. The strings start to vibrate and fill the entire venue, and suddenly you are completely surrounded by the music. It hits your mind and your soul, and you fall under an inexplicable spell. Completely entranced, you lose yourself in the absolute beauty until you are snapped back to reality at with the applause of the ending of the show.