Andrew Bird: "I"

The crazy thing, the thing I really, literally was not expecting and was taken aback by, was Andrew Bird's unassisted whistling ability. Seriously, when he came out and started blowing, it sounded like somebody had put the "Kill Bill" soundtrack on the PA, or possibly that Zamfir, master of the pan-flute, was in the house. The guy can whistle like, I don't know, a crazy whistling dude. His volume, his pitch, his melodicism, it's uncanny. It's hard to believe he's from Chicago, because a whistle like that can only come from summer day after summer day of walking down to an old North Carolina fishin' hole.

If you love that whistle, I suspect you'll dig this eight-minute, extended rock-out on "I."

Searched for Andrew Bird after hearing Skin Is, My by Andrew Bird on Paste Magazine Sampler #15