I saw Sufjan Stevens at a grocery store in Los Angeles one time. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
That's crazy because my friend met him & he was breastfeeding a random's baby or smth maybe you caught him on a bad day. Imagine being a celebrity you know, eyes on you 24/7 can't make one wrong move or you villified..
So f*** the Nobel peace prize I guess? Dude sounds pretentious
I never got any awards as a kid
How is that the worst of America? A celebration? What about white males creating and executing racist systems for hundreds of years?
Yes, f*** the Nobel prize too.
I saw Sufjan Stevens at a grocery store in Los Angeles one time. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything.
He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?”
I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and closing his hand shut in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen Milky Ways in his hands without paying.
The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter.
When she took one of the bars and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each bar and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by yawning really loudly.
Yet again, it was another late, sleepless night in Atlanta. The studio was packed, yet intimate all at the same time. Warm amber lights washed over exotic leather furniture, creating a dimly lit sonic oasis. A sweet aroma of weed smoke clouded the air, while vanilla scented candles were strategically placed around the room. The mood developed into a haze of relaxation. As engineers and producers methodically worked the mixing boards, Future and the rest of his entourage nodded along to a rough take of a track that would later be called "Diamonds Dancing." Many individuals in the studio danced along while producers ran the track back, but there stood Sufjan Stevens in a dark corner, dissecting every piece of "Diamonds Dancing" with surgical precision. The track stopped playing, and Sufjan Stevens stepped from the shadows. He didn't speak much, but when he did, people listened.
"I'm going back in the booth, play that outro back."
Puzzled, the engineer began playing the outro instrumental back, not questioning Sufjan Steven's demands. The room fell quiet as people began to observe. As the outro began to play, Sufjan Stevens put on a pair of monitor headphones, rubbed his beard and began to take a drink of a dark, murky substance. Closing his eyes, Sufjan Stevens began to flow freely.
"You doin' me dirty, you know. How we let it get like this I don't know. But that nigga can't save your soul, nah." Producers and entourage members in the studio began to look around the room to see if others were witnessing what was happening. Sufjan Stevens continued crooning into the microphone, while the mood became even darker in the studio.
"Doing me dirty, you doing me dirty. Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Haven't even heard from you. How can you live with yourself? Ungrateful, ungrateful." The Engineer looked over to Future with concern. The engineer whispered, "should we stop him?" Future then put up one finger, as to silence the engineer while shaking his head, not taking his eyes off of Sufjan Stevens.
"Your momma be ashamed of you. I haven't even heard from you, not a single word from you, Ungrateful. I'm too good for you, too good for you. You should go back to him, perfect match for you, unstable." Candles in the studio began to flicker and die out, one by one, as if a spirit swept throughout the room.
"Doing me dirty. You're making me nervous. I haven't even heard from you. You look drained, you look exhausted, girl them late nights ain't good for you. Really starting to show on you. Don't hit me up when it's good for you. Ungrateful." By now, everyone had stopped what they were doing, all attention was focused on the darkened silhouette in the recording booth. Finishing up his final thoughts, Sufjan Stevens hung up the headphones, took another sip of muddy water, and crept out of the recording booth.
As he came back into the studio, all eyes followed his every movement. Sufjan Stevens retreated back to his shadowed corner, where he leaned against the wall with his fingers interlocked and pressed against his lips, as if in deep thought. The silence of the room created an uneasy tension. The uneasiness built more and more, as studio members waited for him to speak. Finally, he broke the silence.
"Play it back."
Acting like you know the “real truth” behind the scenes of the oscars is the definition of pretentious. You don’t know s***
"You don't know s***"
Stop projecting and do some research then...
bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-51221137
Damn him describing it as a “horrifying Scientology end-of-year prom” just gave me such clear insight lmaooo
Damn him describing it as a “horrifying Scientology end-of-year prom” just gave me such clear insight lmaooo
I shouldn't say i know forsure that he's a d*** but i heard a story about how he wouldn't talk to people who were working with him on shows and they would have to talk to someone standing next to him while he ignored them. Maybe he was just having a bad day idk
Right? I just thought it’s interesting watching this with the context of the article. It was obvious even from the night that he wasn’t 100% comfortable.
However despite all that, the small interstitial orchestral version of mystery of love that plays as his performance ends and the audience cheers is beautiful
yup
So f*** the Nobel peace prize I guess? Dude sounds pretentious
I never got any awards as a kid
How is that the worst of America? A celebration? What about white males creating and executing racist systems for hundreds of years?
you mean the nobel prize that was awarded to obama and kissinger?
That's crazy because my friend met him & he was breastfeeding a random's baby or smth maybe you caught him on a bad day. Imagine being a celebrity you know, eyes on you 24/7 can't make one wrong move or you villified..
holy s***
"You don't know s***"
Stop projecting and do some research then...
https://www.bbc.com/news/entertainment-arts-51221137
https://www.businessinsider.com/oscars-academy-awards-rigged-best-picture-nominations-win-2019-2?amp#referrer=https://www.google.com
https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/stephen-king-oped-the-oscars-are-rigged-for-white-people/2020/01/27/ad29c4e8-407c-11ea-aa6a-083d01b3ed18_story.html
lmao the oscars one was funny and informative, i didn’t know they got down like that
You can’t be serious lol
Not literally. It does matter. But ya know the current administration doesnt care
So f*** the Nobel peace prize I guess? Dude sounds pretentious
I never got any awards as a kid
How is that the worst of America? A celebration? What about white males creating and executing racist systems for hundreds of years?
Okay lib
So f*** the Nobel peace prize I guess? Dude sounds pretentious
I never got any awards as a kid
How is that the worst of America? A celebration? What about white males creating and executing racist systems for hundreds of years?
because its not about who is the best its a pretentious ass way of putting people on a high ass pedestal