Showing posts with label Sufjan Stevens. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sufjan Stevens. Show all posts

Sunday, October 17, 2010

I am not my father, or an extended blog post title in honor of Sufjan Stevens, who I saw in concert last night, and who has a preponderance for long s














....ong titles. I blew past the Blogger post title limit!

Last night, I spent a couple of hours walking up and down Nicollet Mall and Hennepin downtown before the Sufjan Stevens concert. It's a really cool area. It seems like the most conventional of businesses are there (Target, Walgreens, etc), but they did an excellent job of using the existing urban fabric for their buildings, which is not something those businesses tend to do. I know that Target, being headquartered here, has an impetus to look cool and invest in downtown, but I was really impressed with their store that was shoehorned into this odd two-story space. A two-story Target. How about that?

My grey Fedora made its Minneapolis debut last night. While I was walking around, the cutest little girl ever (maybe 6 or 7) said to me "man, you looking' REAL fancy!", and started imitating my walk. It was really the cutest thing I could possibly imagine. The actual amount of my fanciness is a topic up for debate.


























The Orpheum Theatre is nothing short of amazing. It was built in the 1920s and very obviously taken care of very carefully. I love old theaters like this, especially for concerts, and this one is in impeccable shape. The acoustics were also excellent.

Once I got in, I wandered around for a while admiring the architecture of the place, ordered a gin and tonic, and took my seat. I was sitting next to the cousin of the girl who I bought the ticket from, and she struck up a conversation. It was nice to talk to a new person who's into the same random stuff I am, but it did make me (once again) realize that I am a terribly awkward conversationalist. These things happen, I suppose. She had just moved to town too, so we talked about getting lost, where we were from, and Asthmatic Kitty records and other artists we liked on that label. It's really the first time I've had a conversation with a random stranger at a show, and it was nice.













The above is deceptive. I was thinking, oh, hey, Sufjan Stevens is touring solo. That's cool. his arrangements are fairly complex, but hey, maybe he's got backing tracks or something. Oh, how wrong I was. This was the setup for the opener, who was a dude with an acoustic guitar whose name escapes me. He played about 4 songs, and that was it. It was a nice opening set, for sure. After a short wait, Sufjan came on, and I realized how wrong I had been about the night's setup.

He had a backing band of ten people, I shit you not. Two singers, two brass players, two drummers, a pianist, another keyboard/sampler guy, a bass guitarist, and a rhythm guitarist. All those instruments that show up on his arrangements? Played live, by real people. It's sad that I have to point out and be impressed by this fact, but there you have it. Also, and this is a weird thing to point out, but the sound mix at this show was amazing. There were 11 musicians on stage, and no one ever clobbered the other in the mix. Everything was crisp and nice and audible. It honestly sounded like a studio mix or something, but it was being performed live in front of me. Along those lines, Sufjan's vocals were crystal clear, and not muddied in the mix or anything. It was really important to get this right, and they nailed it. Sufjan is one of those vocalists where you have to be able to take the nuances of his performance to really appreciate it, and in this regard, this show knocked it out of the park.
















Most of the show's set came from his new album, The Age of Adz, and the accompanying EP, All Delighted People. I hadn't had much exposure to this material yet, but it blew me away. He has (re-)introduced a lot of interesting skronky electronics to his music, and you know I eat that shit up, so it was totally great. The set was very light on Illinois material (just Chicago and Casimir Pulaski Day), and there was nothing at all from Michigan. He did open with a song from Seven Swans, though, which was great. It was a talky set. Who'd have thought that Sufjan would like to yammer on a bit, given song titles like "The Black Hawk War, or, How to Demolish an Entire Civilization and Still Feel Good About Yourself in the Morning, or, We Apologize for the Inconvenience but You're Going to Have to Leave Now, or, 'I Have Fought the Big Knives and Will Continue to Fight Them Until They Are Off Our Lands!'"? (editors note: that song is a whopping two minutes long)

It was mostly banter, but one of his longer conversational interludes was a discussion about Royal Robertson, an outsider artist who inspired The Age of Adz's artwork, much of its material, and most of the visuals for the show. I guess he was a schizophrenic who perceived all of these apocalyptic events unfolding around him, and turned them into art. He had a huge, loving family, and he eventually kicked them out of his life and lived in a tiny trailer making this art for decades, hardly seeing anyone the entire time. It's kind of an amazing tragic story, and his work is really interesting as well. I hadn't heard of him before this, and I'm intrigued to look into his work further. I'm very curious about outsider art and music, so it was great to learn a little something aligned with my interests in between instances of face-rocking. Some of his work can be found here.

Sufjan Stevens and company played for about three hours total, including encore. It was really a great show, probably among my top five ever. Anyway, I've gone on about this long enough, don't you think?

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Casimir Pulaski Day

It's apparently been too long since I've made a total downer post, so here we have it. This Sufjan Stevens song makes me a total mess. It's just the perfect song about death and loss, and I'm not sure else how to say it. It just has this perfect economy of lyricism that allows you to read between the lines - and it's mostly NOT about the death of the person. Thoughts start in the middle and aren't really completed in several of the stanzas. That's how it just kind of works sometimes, the grieving process, and it's brilliantly captured in this song. It's just... a perfect song. I don't know. I can also definitely appreciate the struggling with faith angle of the song, though I approach it from the opposite perspective from the subject of the song.

Listen here: Sufjan Stevens - Casimir Pulaski Day
or: go to his Bandcamp site and listen to all of the Illinois album, because it's amazing.

Lyrics:

Goldenrod and the 4-H stone
The things I brought you
When I found out you had cancer of the bone

Your father cried on the telephone
And he drove his car to the navy yard
Just to prove that he was sorry

In the morning through the window shade
When the light pressed up against your shoulder blade
I could see what you were reading

Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications you could do without
When I kissed you on the mouth

Tuesday night at the Bible study
We lift our hands and pray over your body
But nothing ever happens

I remember at Michael’s house
In the living room when you kissed my neck
And I almost touched your blouse

In the morning at the top of the stairs
When your father found out what we did that night
And you told me you were scared

Oh, the glory when you ran outside
With your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied
And you told me not to follow you

Sunday night when I cleaned the house
I find the card where you wrote it out
With the pictures of your mother

On the floor at the great divide
With my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied
I am crying in the bathroom

In the morning when you finally go
And the nurse runs in with her head hung low
And the cardinal hits the window

In the morning in the winter shade
On the first of March on the holiday
I thought I saw you breathing

Oh, the glory that the Lord has made
And the complications when I see his face
In the morning in the window

Oh, the glory when he took our place
But he took my shoulders and he shook my face
And he takes and he takes and he takes