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Minimalist composition is often the domain of hyper-intellectual wankers and reformed noodlers, but Sylvain Chauveau strives for simplicity in a way that doesn’t sound burdened by too much theoretical baggage. He’s essentially self-inoculated against that kind of thing, anyway, claiming to be unable to read or write musical notation. The French pianist/guitarist—a devotee of less-is-more director Robert Bresson—has found his way out of obscurity by paring down his melodies to the point where silence speaks for itself. On his most recent disc, Un Autre Decembre, piano notes and hushed glitchwork linger in the air, but the net effect is melodic suggestion, not musical starkness. He toured with Sigur Rós last year, but that might’ve been a spiritual mismatch: Where the Icelanders dwell in abstraction, Chauveau’s tunes sound rooted, no matter how much has been chipped away. Amy Domingues, one of the D.C. underground’s go-to instrumentalists, opens the show with her own pieces on cello and piano at 9 p.m. at the Warehouse Next Door, 1021 7th St. NW. $10. (202) 783-3933. (Joe Warminsky)