In light of all these brazen holiday jingles, it’s wonderful to calm it down with a cool, wintry number by the ever-beautiful Sufjan. I saw him live last year and it was the best show I have ever been to. He went through his Christmas album – an unbelievable arrangement of classics and originals, all with the insane Sufjan flair. After playing through a set of wild, crazy, colourful songs with streamers, glitter, and confetti raining down on the crowd, he stepped out alone on the stage in a tshirt and jeans with his banjo and quietly launched into his most famous work: his humble, beautiful, sweet songs. (It was there that I fell in love with Sister Winter, with tears pouring down my face in the dark.)
If you are not already a fan of his lovely work as you should be, I suggest taking some time to listen and appreciate this poetic and musical genius. The Stevens essentials: John Wayne Gacy, Jr.; Casimir Pulaski Day; For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti; Holland. There are so many others which are amazing, and there are so many more which are undeniably weird in Sufjan’s quirky-odd style.
Overwhelming. The spontaneity of these few minutes only adds all the more to its raw, undefinable beauty. Though I do not understand the words , I do not believe that I really need to. There is much to be gained from hearing this.
This song is desperately heartbreaking. The original, A Team, is sad enough, but combined with Pane’s brilliant lyrics the result brings tears. An utterly beautiful composition that is so, so, horribly true.
Warning: this is for mature audiences only. The subject material and language used are harsh and require proper maturity to understand appropriately.