Wednesday May 6 2015

Sufjan Stevens at Altria Theater in Richmond (5-6-15) (1)[i]

Waking up at 11:40 a.m.

Raw Cacao Protein Shake with Blueberries, Banana, and Almond Milk.

Getting business take care of. Bank. Dropping off recycle.

Caterpillar Friend on a Blueberry Bush (5-6-15)

Grilled PB&J Toast with Bee Pollen. Olive Oil Potato Chips. Honey Green Tea. Milk Chocolate with Hazelnut.

Full day of teaching lessons at Music Makers.

Ana and I hit the road to Richmond as soon as I finish my last lesson. We've got to make the Sufjan Stevens concert. Sufjan was a very important musician for me back in my younger years of music making. I made dinner earlier in the day and packed it in Tupperware containers: Black Eyed Peas with Basmati Rice, Kale, and Carrots.

Meeting up with Josiah and Bianca on the third tier of the Altria Theater. It's a grand music hall – huge – the perfect location for an artist like Sufjan.

Sufjan Stevens at Altria Theater in Richmond (5-6-15) (3)

I'm not sure how else to describe the experience in words but it's a perfect performance. His voice sounds just as pure and wispy as it does on record. There are moments when the band takes an ethereal run off from the songs – it's powerful.

Afterwards, as everybody is piling out of the theater, we notice other familiar faces from the 757. Ana and I chill with Josiah and Bianca at our friend Shane's place off Grace.


Discovering a hidden late night cookie place in an alley called Red Eye. They even deliver till 1 a.m. Ana and I grab a couple Chocolate Chip Cookies to go.

On the drive back talking with Ana in the car and reflecting on the concert, "As I was sitting there in that grand theater with all those people just watching and listening to Sufjan perform I felt an overwhelming sense of love. It was inspiring."

She brings to mind a Beethoven quote, "Music is a higher revelation...than all wisdom and philosophy."

Back home. Settling in. Kevin's got a girl over. Before they head upstairs after smoking cigarettes out back he bothers me in the kitchen.

"What're you doing, Robert?"

"I'm making almond milk! I have to do it now so I can have it in the morning!"

"He's making almond milk at three in the morning," he scoffs.

Sleep 4 a.m.

[i] Images by me.

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