Regret and the power of words
Don't misunderstand me when I say that I saw the best concert of my life last night.
I know that I'm prone to bandy about with superlatives, but I'm ready to forget all that, so follow my lead. Should you find yourself unable to put any of my prior statements behind you, I apologize and regret putting you in this position.
Sufjan Stevens played at The Paramount in Austin, and I saw it from the front row (mezannine) (The mezannine was about 25 feet above the first floor, about 25 feet from the stage, and we were right in the middle with no one in front of us but the band). There were about 15 or 16 people in his band on stage - the string section was about 7 or 8 people, the horn section was 3 or 4, there was a drummer, a guitar or two, etc.
I really need to find a review to link to, because I don't have the patience to write one myself. If you've heard the fullness of the sound on his recent albums, it sounds even better and more full live.
For all my superlatives, I've never thrown this one out, but Sufjan Stevens has all the chops of Bach.
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