Sufjan Stevens – The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades is Out to Get Us
The evening began with thirty minutes of delightful audiovisual stimulation about the Brooklyn Queens Expressway. There were hoola hoops and sparkling lights, mirrored images and best of all, beautiful music. A true modern symphony of sorts. And then after it was over, Sufjan was telling us stories about toilet paper dolls, cheering on marathon runners, and singing “the hits.” And the hits, they certainly were. Those songs of elegant detail, with such elaborate names, characters, and composition. The gut-wrenching, heart-breaking emotion of every word was palpable. His contemporary genius has no comparison.
After seeing these pictures, I’m even more in love than I was before. Thx flickr.
Great anti-pop commentary (conceptually, I would have to subscribe). Yawn, Madonna fan? No damn way. [We are still doing palindromes, right?]