I came down to Portland, and saw Sufjan last night. It was amazing. Part P-funk, part Yes, all about prophecy, heart break, mental illness, cheesy dance moves and volcanoes. And silver pants. It was nothing like his other work, but equally as engaging in a totally different way. The music and the explanation (his long, looooooooong,explanation) of his inspiration did leave me a little concerned that he might be listening a little to closely for the siren song of schizophrenia, but as long as he doesn't succumb to it, I think he's going to continue producing some pretty mind blowing shit.