The last three days of Sydney can be easily described: Go to work. Watch Sufjan. Repeat.
Many people looked at me with a puzzling expression when I told them I had booked each evening that Sufjan was playing downtown. Now who's laughing? Well, no one actually. I did enjoy three great concerts put on by, in my humble opinion, one of the most talented musicians of our time. His stuff is exquisite. I felt privileged to be there every night.
If I'm dead honest, I would say that he could have changed things up a little bit. He left a lot of Michigan unplayed. And for some reason I really wanted to hear For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti. But alas, I was left unsatisfied. Along with that, where was the Man of Metropolis Steals are Hearts? Those were my only two serious complaints.
Back to non-Sufjan related things. Hang on a second. That's hardly anything at the moment. Just logging hours at Thomson, dreaming and thinking about my train ride from Beijing to London, and wondering if I can afford to travel any other places in Australia. Stay tuned for that one folks. It's going to be epic.
Last but not least, I hope everyone who reads this is enjoying the nice cold weather while I melt in the 80 degree heat of the hot Australian sun...
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