Anyway, when we walked through the door Calvin Johnson was finishing up his indie cowboy set. As predicted, the floor was filled with cross-legged spectators. When the set ended and they all ran outside to smoke (less than 25 feet from the door, for the record), we scored a better spot. We also learned the protocol: sit during the songs, stand up between sets to stretch. Kimya Dawson was next, and was kind of cute and simply rhyme-schemish. The major highlight was people-watching: there was one koala hat, one monster hat, one girl with feathers in her hair, as well as many impressive hairstyles and costumes.
Per usual, Phil Elverum was overwhelmingly charismatic. Barefoot in dirty karate pants, occasionally standing in a crane position, he had a little band along for the ride, and played a couple older songs and some newer abruptly ending ones, too. Upon request, he played "Let's get out of the romance", on the condition that the audience sing along. They did.
After the show, we bussed back downtown and got drinks in the Green Room. Floater was playing in the Showbox and neither of us had any idea who Floater were. We looked them up on the wikipedia and found a glowing profile of their monumental career. Outside, we spectated as a rowdy fan got into a fight, which summoned at least six police cars. After the show, there were tons of fans spilling out, but pausing under the overhang to relive the moments of the show. One of the fans was shirtless and I speculated that he threw his shirt onto the stage for the band.