sunday night i saw david bazan (ex pedro the lion) at the hopetoun hotel, despite qantas’ best efforts to keep him away. he played his cover of let down by radiohead and is there really anything better? nah. except for maybe priests and paramedics but hey, i can wait another 10 years to see him again.

and then last night i saw my beloved death cab for cutie for the 7th time. i still love them, and i still think ben gibbard is a phenomenal song writer, and i will long after the oc fans have come and gone. which, lets be realistic here, probably won’t happen. death cab are huge, and i realised last night that i’m okay with that because they’re still making great songs. it’s kind of hard, having to let go and share something that i’ve held so close to me for so long, but i’m happy for others to feel the same love that i do. the first time you realise that you’re actually hearing styrofoam plates played live, it’s an amazing feeling.