There just might be a room in DC where you can see a 300lb woman next to a guy named mikey or freddie or something with “ie” on the end and he stands with a cane next to children playing. Theres a dead fish, too, and something about jesus or buddha or both. And this room will be open to you on Thursday, at 6, and you will be served and it will be good and you will be glad you came.

The senior photojournalism thesis exhibition at the Corcoran College of Art is not to be missed.

Usually, THOSE SNOTTY NOSED KIDS AT PITCHFORK know how to ruin a record or taint a concert memory with cynical slashes of post graduate smarmy bullshit reviews, but this time they got it right. Last night’s Sufjan Stevens show at the Kennedy Center was as its described in the review - a journey. Beginning at 3am last Saturday morning to the curtain’s close last night, the show seemed to be more about itself as an event, a spectacle even, than simply a concert. Bloggers have been blogging for days about the enormous line that snaked around the Kennedy Center in the cold. The free tickets given away that morning were scalped online for ridiculous prices. Target gave away red champagne in the lobby. EVERYONE showed up in their favorite thrift store hipster duds - skinny ties, skinny jeans, layers on layers on layers of “I’m part freak folker, part indie rocker, part twee, part emo cuz i have a studded belt but look, i look like i dont care but really this ensemble cost 300 bucks and weeks of time and effort to put together” fashions. And then the music. Oh, it was beautiful. The guy at P’fork describes it well, so read his and I wont have to repeat it. What struck me halfway through the show was (and yes, this is the part where I start with the “I knew him way before you did” bullshit) just how amazingly far this whole gig has come for Sufjan over recent years. The last time I saw him play was in Atlanta in 2003 to about 30 people. All he carried on stage was a banjo and a poster with a hand drawn illustrated map of Michigan. Last night there was an orchestra, a grand piano, lights and spectacle and 3000 people. Whats wonderful is that, at a risk of sounding cliche, in both settings the music moves my spirit in a way that is pure and powerful and lovely.

Here are some pictures from the line. Pictures from the show are on P’fork.

This was the line.

This is me and Erin trying to stay warm. I am hooded.