The show was sold out for months in Italy. I was surprised that so many people knew his music here, myabe things are better than I thought!
Two hours of sad songs that spoke about death and loss from which paradoxically all left everyone happy with a smile full of gratitude on their lips. When he played "John My Beloved" one seems to see the sun rise for the first time. If you're thinking that every time is the first time ...yes maybe it's true but this was a true fucking first time. After two hours as last song it was the time of "Chicago", and it was like Sufjan was whispering on the ears of every one of us, touching a deep sense of perfect beauty. Art, beauty, spirit - all is one and all will pass away.