You are forgiven for not knowing who Paul Baribeau is—I don't think the Midwestern singer/songwriter has ever played a venue in Seattle that wasn't a house. His songs are so minimal and sweet and serious that they slide right under any sort of radar, like a stealth bomber loaded with lyrics about brown-haired girls and 10 things to do before you die. Request his cover of Bruce Springsteen's "Into the Fire," a song he makes better by shouting it over his acoustic guitar. (Dearborn on Woodland, 4131 Woodland Park Ave N, 8 pm, donations for touring bands, all ages.) ARI SPOOL