I think I am still in the process of descending from some sort of etheric realm after attending the Antony & The Johnsons performance in Boston Sunday evening. I had loved Antony and his music for the longest time, but after witnessing my first live performance, it peaked to a level of absolute adoration. I am officially one of those rabidly devout fans, and I thought all of that went away when my teenage years ended. Hah! I will be vehemently collecting every piece of vinyl that springs disc-shaped from Antony’s vocal chords and following several tour stops every time he comes around. He is officially my #1 soul crush.After much banter with us in the audience, I learned that Antony is not only an amazing vocalist, but a genuinely magical human being with an incredible sense of humor and refreshing humility. He is fascinating to watch perform-like watching a giant, beautiful cherub channel every undiluted emotion in the human heart. It would not be hyperbole to call it a spiritual experience. He raises the room. I cannot recall ever attending a concert that left me feeling 500 feet above the ground for days on end. It is inspiring to see someone so in touch with the fragile, all-too-often untouchable beauty of our temporal existence. We NEED more music with feeling in a world where emotion and raw expression are traded in favor of fodder for dumbing down our culture.Antony is not only inspiring composition wise, lyrically, and vocally. As a transgendered individual, he gives visibility to the all-too-invisible issues of gender identity and it’s many expressions. He is one of very few transgendered individuals who has had the fortune of making it so prominently into the spotlight of fame. Much of his music speaks to this, and speaking for myself,his music has made me feel less alone in my own skin and in the world.“And it’s much more subtle and there’s a lot more potential there within each of those children and within each of those adults that remains unacknowledged...