Succatash

Now, it would, of course, be a good idea to fill out a review of last night's Sufjan show with some actual observations. But we had been drinking heavily before the show at this Irish joint on an empty stomach, so this report will be necessarily impressionistic. The whole thing was a blur of 11 year-old pop strumpets (actually they were probably mormons) and majorette uniforms. We can't actually remember the songs, although the audience was among the most reverent we've ever been a part of.

And then the ninjas attacked and we passed out.