Ben Folds

Ben Folds’ quirky sense of humor has always informed his music, even on songs dealing with messy breakups and crazy women—subjects the twice-divorced pianist knows from direct experience. “If you’re David Bowie and you’re singing about going to Mars, that’s one thing,” Folds says by phone from a New Jersey hotel room during his current tour. “But the stuff I sing about is real. And I think that if something’s sad, it’s a little sadder if it’s pitted against something that’s absurd.” The North Carolina native does just that on his latest album Way to Normal, which alternates between sullen and gleeful accounts of miscommunication, revenge, and adultery. His technique can be quirky, too, as when he augments his trademark keyboard pounding with winsome cymbal-like sounds created by an Altoids tin placed directly on the piano strings. Dysfunctional relationships suck in real life, but Folds turns them into infectious pop. ERIKA HOBART

Thu., May 14, 8 p.m., 2009