In late summer 2006, I and a friend of mine named Briggs stood on Congress Avenue in downtown Austin, in front of the ticket window at the Paramount Theatre. I don’t remember why we were together that day, but I do remember why we were in that particular spot: Briggs was buying tickets for a Sufjan Stevens show.
Come On, Feel the Illinoise was Stevens’s …
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