With just one spotlight overhead, Sufjan Stevens began “Redford (for Yia-Yia and Pappou)” with his head nodded toward his piano last Thursday, welcoming his band members to the stage in succession. As the first notes trembled into existence, I was reminded of the way my grandfather’s hand fit into mine the day before he died; so weak, but almost completely free of Parkinson’s grasp and a tiny, quick squeeze, the same that is elicited by the haunted voices that began to […]