Brian and I have been talking about cover songs, and one of the things we both liked was the the notion of covering something of Sufjan Stevens’ latest album, Illinoise. There are several just incredibly good songs on the album (I think John Wayne Gacy, Jr, a fantastically economical portrait of said serial killer, is my favorite), but one we agree on as performable is (actually the second half of) “Come On Feel the Illinoise,” wherein Sufjan sings about a dreamtime visit from Carl Sandburg.

So this is a quick and weird rendition I recorded last Monday at the practice space. Lots of warts, vocals are strained — I wasn’t recording because I was excited to record, I just felt like I ought to because, well, I was in a crappy mood and doing something seemed like a healthier response than doing nothing.