The title of this post is a line from a  yet to be released Bazan song called Please Baby Please  that can only be found on concert bootlegs. Needless to say, it has been going through my head ALL day. As comforting as his new material is, it has been having another effect which has me dreaming of Atlanta and all of it’s goodness. I wish I could go there tomorrow, or if there were no flights tomorrow, perhaps Monday. I really do think I could justify putting it on my credit card for some reason. Why am I so keen to pack up and visit Hotlanta?

SPEEDING TOWARD THE GROUND, THROUGH THE AIR WITHOUT A SOUND. Brilliant.
Last night I saw my favourite artist perform. It was amazing. It made up for the fact that I was in the Valley by myself all night. Bazan played like 18 songs or something, so it was pretty ace and to hear them all live was incredible. Just a dude and an accoustic and I was captivated. Seeing as he/PTL has been around for 12 years and this is the first time to oz, there was an electric atmosphere. There was an awed hush when he started playing June 18, 1976 which made Bazan laugh. People were hugging and kissing when their favourite song got played which was kinda weird, I guess I will try that when I actually go with someone- so look out Sydney! Highlights were- Bad Things to Such Good People, Of Minor Prophets and Their Prostitute Wives, When They Really Get to Know You They Will Run, and Cold Beer And Cigarettes (RIDE ON RIDE ON RIDE ON!!!!). I was a little reserved as I was by myself and such, but I have my harmonies ready- so the next 2 shows are going to be off the chain!