Tonight I caught Andrew Bird playing one of his weekend church shows at St. Mark’s. The show was fine. Good. Whatever. You know what it was? FREEZING. We had to wait outside for about 30 minutes before being let in, and kids, it’s cold out there. Like single-digit cold. And windy. And those old churches are drafty. I’m still warming up now, and I have been home for almost two hours and I have a computer and a golden retriever on my lap. And my toes are still cold. OK. Enough whining. If you want to see some more shots, they’re here. But I have to tell you: Three instrumental songs by Andrew Bird all kinda look the same. You’ve been warned.