Forget about the Squirrel Nut Zippers. They're fine, as far as they go, but their CD gathers dust on my shelf while Andrew Bird's CDs rarely get put back in their jewel boxes, I play them so often. I grew up on college radio (punk, "post-punk", etc.), dove headlong into classical and old jazz later in life and "found myself" musically with Andrew Bird's music. He evokes the music of the 1st half of this century without lapsing into New Age pap or shallow mimickry. He swings, but has nothing to do with the "neo swing" trend. (If you want to dance to swing music, buy the music of the big bands of the 40s--don't waste your time with the "Hooked on Classics" cheese being peddled by the likes of those big bad cherry-poppin clowns.)
If I had the $$, I would rent out the Red Room in New Orleans for a night (or two)--if that's even possible--hire Andrew and his Bowl--if that's even possible--and fly in 100 of my best friends (no zoot suits allowed--although tasteful smoking jackets might be permitted) for the musical night of their lives.