Posts tagged Sufjan
Posts tagged Sufjan
Yep - finally got around to watching some of these and they’re amazing - thank you so much, Lys, you’re the best.
Is it weird that I’m going to miss this tour even though I didn’t get to go to any of the shows? It’s just been so much fun to watch the videos and see the pictures and read everyone’s stories. Also, it made me really happy that so many of my Suf friends (I know I don’t know most of you that well, but that’s what I call you in my head okay?) came back from this tour with really happy stories about meeting him and etc. Like I said last year, silly as it might sound it really means something to people, and it’s lovely to see that he’s been so generous with his time and made himself so available.
Now off to daydream about Christmas shows in Europe next year (probably not going to happen, but hey.)
Merry Christmas to us :D
PS: I was looking for a post I saw on the tag yesterday to reblog, but people are posting a lot (which: yay) and I can no longer find it. Apparently someone e-mailed AK a couple of days ago, and they said that because they’d been working so hard to get the boxes to everyone before Christmas, the special surprise for those who pre-ordered is late and we’ll be getting that after Christmas instead.
PPS: Speaking of the tag, I love the MEET ALL THE FANS thing that seems to be going on on this tour :D
AK delivered last night. It’s Christmas morning!
Silver & Gold on repeat (along with Songs for Christmas, of course) till 12.25.
In love with Justice Delivers Its Death and the new version of Christmas in the Room. However, I’m afraid I’ll be clinging to the original short version of Do You Hear What I Hear forever. Not that this one is bad, but I’m way too attached to the old one.
The Silver & Gold Artwork
So I turn the computer off for a few hours and my dashboard EXPLODES with the official announcement :D We’ve all known this was coming for a while, but it still totally made my day.
Now listening to “Christmas Unicorn”. #GoTeamUnicorn
So I got pretty much no decent pictures of the Sufjan Stevens/Bryce Dessner/Nico Muhly show at Salle Pleyel on Friday. I wasn’t sure if the staff was going to be strict about it, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, and plus it’s not like I don’t have ridiculous amounts of pictures from all the previous times I saw Sufjan and The National. The show was amazing, of course: I spent so long looking forward to it, I’ve grown to love these songs so much over the past few months, that there wasn’t much of a chance I was going to think otherwise. Like Fran and others have said, it was neat to see how the songs have changed in little ways ever since they were first played live. M got what is hopefully a decent bootleg, but of course nothing compares to an actual professional recording that captures how powerful the trombones sound. Fingers crossed that we get one at some point.
Unfortunately the whole thing was over much too fast – last year’s two and a half hour long shows still have me kind of spoiled, I guess. But we did get an encore (Somewhere Over the Rainbow), so hooray for that. And I keep thinking that the way I felt during the show is the reason why I do anything, really. I listen to music and I go to concerts and I travel and I watch movies and TV series and I read books whenever I can because I know that one experience out of a hundred will manage to make me feel this way: alive, elated, heartbroken in the best possible way, filled with longing and yet somehow also completely satisfied. This feeling is what I mean when I say that art plays a major role in my life. It may sound pretentious or like it’s something far removed from everyday concerns 1, but this kind of experience is such a central part of what being human is all about for me. I was lucky enough to have quite a few moments of those over the weekend (the show, seeing Starry Night Over the Rhone, the view from the dome of Sacré-Cœur), and I’ll always be grateful for that.
Random tidbit number one: there were people at the show with the Paste Magazine cut out Sufjan paper dolls. It was two parts sweet and one part “This is something I’ll remember the next time I start worrying I might be creepy.”
Random tidbit number two (or, this is where you all start wondering if I’ve finally lost it): I got to Paris very early on Friday, and at about 10am I was on the bus from the airport to Porte Mallot – which, as it turns out, is not far from Salle Pleyel at all. I was near Avenue Victor Hugo when I look out the window and I see Sufjan on a scooter coming in the opposite direction the bus was going. He was wearing a helmet, but with the visor up, and the bus had stopped for a minute, so I got a really good look at his face. M was kind of dozing beside me, and by the time my excited gesturing and cries of “Look, look! That’s Sufjan outside!” had woken him up, we had already driven away.
I do realise how crazy this sounds: Sufjan on a scooter in Paris? Really? And in a city that big, what are the odds he’d be driving by at the same time as our bus? Needless to say, M spent the whole day making fun of me. For the first half hour or so after it happened I was completely sure it was Sufjan, implausibility and all – I did get a good look at him, and it’s not like I don’t know his face really well. But as the day went by, I started wondering if I had imagined the whole thing, of it was just someone who happened to look like him. However! I described his outfit (light grey zip up hoodie, dark pants) to M, and before the concert started, when they all came on stage to set things up before getting changed, he was wearing exactly that. Can’t be a coincidence, right? So there – I did randomly spot Sufjan riding a scooter just as I was arriving in Paris.
Next up: more Paris pictures than you want to see. I’ll try my best not to go overboard.
1 And it is in a way, but in others, not so much. Also, I know that there are cultural and class factors involved in getting this feeling from some things and not from others, which could be the subject of a whole other post. I won’t go there now, but I wanted to say that I know some people feel this intensely alive watching sports or going on a hike or running or walking into a cathedral or whatever, and that’s all fine by me. I don’t buy into the notion that art is inherently superior to other systems of constructing meaning.
Sufjan Stevens, Bryce Dessner & Nico Muhly (Part 2)
Sufjan Stevens, Bryce Dessner & Nico Muhly (Part 1)
Sufjan Stevens - The Dress Looks Nice on You (03/08/11)
What I missed :(
(Many thanks to the person who braved the rain and filmed it.)
Sufjan Stevens - Pleasure Principle (Live on Soundcheck)
Almost feels like a lovely present from the universe to wrap up my first nice day in ages <3
And this (among other things) is why I love you so.
Sufjan Stevens Concert Trailer: Age of Adz / Prospect Park (by Asthmatic Kitty)
Is it Possible? Only One Last Chance?
The final performance of Age of Adz brings musical cosmonaut Sufjan Stevens and his Astral Masters of Song and Dance to the backyard barbecue of Prospect Park!
Omg so excited.
Please let me win the lottery this week. I need to get a ticket and fly to NY….
You and me both. Beautiful trailer, but it kind of broke my heart. WHYYYYYYYISITALLOVER okay I’ll shut up now.
ETA: Footage definitely from the European tour, as I recognise what he wore in Lisbon. Also, there were two guys filming most of the show. It would be beyond awesome if they released it.
Sufjan Stevens - Now That I’m Older (Live in Porto) (by Rairun1)
I didn’t post this because I felt I had overwhelmed you all at this point, but since someone did I’m reblogging.
With Sufjan Stevens hours before his concert at Lisbon Coliseum.
Hahaha. I spent hours stalking this exact area of the city. I bet I just missed running into him a bunch of times. If my own post-concert stalking hadn’t paid off I’d be feeling pretty bad right now.