You heard it here, folks. At one time easily the most ambitious religious man since Thomas Aquinas, unoffensively spiritual noisemaker and sensitive everyman Sufjan Stevens is fucking us all and fucking us HARD.
Oh sure, he may look innocent enough, what with his dreamy voice and positive outlook and all, but believe you me, America, this man is a cad and a roustabout!
Case in point: In a supreme effort to get the most mileage possible out of that sweet, vintage University of Illinois gear that he bought on eBay, that charming, doe-eyed bastard is once again shirking his studio recording responsibilities for a little bit longer and casually making plans to pack up his entire band (which includes a full wind and brass ensemble, of course) and flying the veritable coop to embark on his first ever Australian tour.
See, ol’ boy is currently only two albums into his ambitious 50-album project, in which he is allegedly working toward soundtracking each of the 50 American States. Michigan was released in 2003, and Illinois followed in 2005. Soooo, by my count, Mr. Stevens should be spending early ‘08 knee-deep in the frozen cornfields of Indiana or though the musty microfiche archives at some Wisconsin University’s Graduate Library, NOT gallivanting halfway around the world to hang out with Jet or whoever.
But regardless of what I think, Stevens and co. will land in the reverse-draining land of Steve Irwin come early January of next year for a handful of shows, including a 3-day stint at prestigious Sydney Festival. It’s not really very Christian of him to disregard my opinion like that, but... you know, whatever.
Clever diversions:
* not with Jet