8. Illinois - Sufjan Stevens

Too bad this album killed him. It was his Elliott Smith equivalent of his career being stabbed twice in the chest. I believe I've been over this, so I'll praise Sufjan rather than keep reminding people that his career is in deep jeopardy, like it was shot by John Wayne Gacy.

This is another one of those albums that I remember listening to by my pool on a nice Saturday afternoon. I sort of missing having a pool. Soon enough.

One thing I never really understood, was the actual name of this album, is it:

Cum on Feel the Illinoise!

Illinoise!

Illinois!

or maybe ... Cum on Feel the Illinois!

I'll never know. I really hope he decides to make albums again.