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, www.myspace.com/dearbornhouse.
8 pm, donations for touring bands, all ages.) ARI SPOOL