If you sit in a small padded seat on the Mezzanine floor of a Theater in Austin TX, you might feel as though you are soaring. And it starts suddenly, without warning, like being pushed out of a nest in the tallest tree. But as you soar, the soundscapes are domestic and light until the moment you dip into a dive–the dive takes you down into the heart of things–the words take you like a swift wind. There is no escape now, there is only the embrace.
I can't explain the state that I'm in
The state of my heart, he was my best friend
Into the car, from the back seat
Oh admiration in falling asleep
All of my powers, day after day
I can tell you, we swaggered and swayed
Deep in the tower, the prairies below
I can tell you, the telling gets old
Terrible sting and terrible storm
I can tell you the day we were born
My friend is gone, he ran away
I can tell you, I love him each day
Though we have sparred, wrestled and raged
I can tell you I love him each day
Terrible sting and terrible storm
I can tell you...(Sufjan Stevens, "...Pacific Palisades...")
...And by this you are led into the skies by The Majesty Song Bird.
