Last weekend, I went to see Sufjan Stevens with a bunch of friends. As expected, the concert blew me away with its enormous electric-and-trombone-and-female-singers sound. Wow. It ended with an epic finale – Impossible Soul – which went for nearly half an hour and included costume changes, millions of balloons and the entire concert hall of the Opera House dancing.
There is no way I can choose a favourite moment, but there was one performance that sent shivers down my spine. Sufjan came out for his encore and stood alone in the middle of the stage to play John Wayne Gacy, Jr. The balloons from the big finale had all settled on the around him, looking washed out in the blue lights. Sufjan had changed into dull t-shirt, but was still wearing the fluro pants from his pervious costume. As he picked away, singing about clowns and boys and murders, occasionally some balloons would pop ominously as they got too close to the stage lights. No one in the audience said a word. We were completely transfixed.