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45:33
Maybe later tonight. Sober right now.
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Stunning. Gorgeous. Perfect, though apparently a song or two shorter than other shows on the tour but can't say I blame him since the theater seats 2000 and was about only half full (NM sucks sometimes, but maybe people are just poor rather than uninterested). But it was still one of the two best shows I've ever seen in NM (the other being Arcade Fire).
There were no cell phones filming within my view. Just a rapt and totally silent audience.
I could whine about acoustic Chicago (when everything they needed to do the full version appeared to be there, more or less) or the fact that I didn't love the ambient arrangement of Fourth of July as much as I loved the other ambient arrangements, but that would be silly. Because it was all so gorgeous.
Death With Dignity, All of Me, To Be Alone With You, definite highlights.
Vesuvius into Blue Bucket was breathtaking.
He told funny stories about his childhood ("I have a bunch of siblings - I mean, a lot - there are at least six or seven of us") and you easily got the feeling that not only is he brilliant, but a damn nice person, too. Everything about his onstage persona was engaging. I just love the guy.
setlist
1. Redford (For Yia-Yia & Pappou)
2. Death With Dignity
3. Should Have Known Better
4. Drawn to the Blood
5. Eugene
6. John My Beloved
7. The Only Thing
8. Fourth of July
9. No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross
10. Carrie & Lowell
11. All of Me Wants All of You
12. For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti
13. The Dress Looks Nice on You
14. To Be Alone With You
15. Futile Devices
16. Vesuvius
17. Blue Bucket of Gold
encore
18. John Wayne Gacy, Jr.
19. Chicago (Acoustic Version)
Omfg are you for real ������������������ God I hope video of that surfaces
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This was the summer it got so hot we put a fan in each window. At night we teamed up with the Palestinian students and stole tulips from Centennial Park. We used them as garnishes: we arranged bouquets on table ends and desktops.
We burned a wicker chair on the beach at night. We cooked steaks and pork chops on sticks over the fire. We went skinny-dipping. We huddled under the towels. We told stories about our fathers, about our first kiss, about that one uncle who was always drunk at family reunions.
We bought guitars and accordions and played them under blankets in the park. We tried to follow the Dutch dancers. We mowed lawns and stole flags from construction sites and kissed on the lips at the drinking fountain. We drank Boone’s Sangria and cried and cried and cried on the couch.
We sewed shirts for our friends, with decorative borders made from ribbons, with zippers, with billowing collars, with floral patterns. Nothing fit right. We went around shirtless, even the skinny ones, even the fat ones, even the ones with terrific arms and shoulders.
We took our time talking things out; we listened carefully, with a serious look. We prayed. We read Paul’s letter to the Corinthians. We tried very hard to understand this.
We went to a church that was in English and Spanish. We tried very hard to understand this.
We made omelets on the weekends. We whittled wood. We knitted hats. We smoked cigarettes. We gave each other gifts. Elaborate, handmade, complicated passive aggressive gifts.
We were afraid to be left behind. We were afraid to be loved. We were afraid this would come to an end, as all things do. We sat on the couch and cried and cried and cried.
Maybe I'm the only one who prefers Seven Swans to both Michigan and Illinois. Granted I am extremely sentimental about that album, but the songs and scope hold up really well. It's a rare artist who can make a folk song like All the Trees of the Field sound so epic. There's an atmosphere to that album that is palpable, even more so than the two state records.