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With the rise of new music media, and the ability to discover a new favorite band from Iceland in the comfort of your own bedroom, those instances of love for an unfamiliar artist at first sight leave more indelible impressions than ever.
That was the case last winter when we bounced into Schubas for a Cameron McGill set and were completely steamrolled by the opener, Brooklyn's Phosphorescent. The guy — part campfire genius, part one-man freak folk-church choir — was wrapped head-to-toe in Christmas lights, and was surrounded by the swirling cornucopia of sound built out of looped synthesizers and strained acoustic guitar. In the middle of it all, he stood calmly cooing the same line over and over, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there was a stage or an audience. This time around he's appearing in the cavernous AV-aerie, so you've got the makings of a regular troubadour sermon in Chicago's newest indie-centric celebration chapel.
MP3: Phosphorescent - A Picture of Our Torn Up Praise
Phosphorescent plays Sunday, October 14 at AV-aerie, 9:00 p.m., $8 suggested donation
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Cameron McGill likes to make money off dead people he doesn't know. Dead people who don't have headstones because they were too poor to afford one. Lying to the REAL friends and family members in his promise to never play the song live and to re-name it on subsequent re-releases of his albums.