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Tonight: YouYourself&i


After a morning of heavy-hitting investigative journalism that I haven't delved into since my 2005 riveting article on the absence of chicken patties in the Hickey Dining Hall, I finally got the details straight for tonight's show featuring Canada's YouYourself&i at Ashker's. Yes, there is a Sugar City event happening featuring numerous Fun-a-Day projects ranging from arts and crafts to full-out album(s?), but on the other side, an international touring sensation performing under the moniker YouYourself&i. The project is headed by Montreal's Daniel Gélinas, a multi-instrumentalists with a knack for melodies complete with raspy, just-getting-over-a-cold singing voice (in a good way). If you are a fan of early Jose Gonzalez meets an exhausted Andrew Bird, then head on over to Ashker's. YouYourself&i should be going on around 9pm, but get there earlier to see the Fun-a-Day exhibit! 

michael moretti
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Tonight: Jonathan Wood Vincent - "Lo a Buff"


Tonight’s 7:30 event at Ashker's Cafe in Elmwood Village is going to be the storm Buffalo needs to break this unbearable heat. Jonathan Wood Vincent, a grumbling, statuesque piano player of tie-silk pants from NYC who performed beautifully at the Triangle House show Wednesday, VWLS, a Buffalo meditation tent art project, and T.J. Borden, experimental cellist and prolific young music nerd, and master of Buffalo noise, Pat Cain are going to scream and crackle and caress their way into the atmosphere, electrify the whole city with the voice of a jungle. 

The music, each set a different style, will trick listeners into feeling like we’re in a rickety aircraft, dipping over magnificent landscapes: the ocean waves crashing so soft below we barely believe in motion outside the mind; dead mountains poking like nails through the crumbling, white ground; trees so dark and purple we misread sky blue. Dots of wild buffalo, birds, and flying fish. Kicked dust, sheets, and boots. Tornado houses, sand-storm jewels. Waves and waves of heat. And then, salty lightning and rain. First, hard. Then the kind you like to walk home in. 






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