Maybe when I write this post I’ll mention my Top Ten Concerts to See list, and how the last time I updated it, PJ Harvey was in the #9 slot. Maybe I’ll write about how I found Rid of Me at a record store in Toronto in 1993 and bought it solely for the back cover art. Maybe I’ll write about how I used to put that record on whenever I wanted to clear my dormroom of unwanted college friends. (To this day, I’ve yet to find a better song for breaking up social activities.) Maybe I’ll mention that I own all the PJ Harvey records except for the two she released with John Parish. Maybe I’ll write about how she’s playing nothing but songs from those two records on her current tour. Maybe I’ll write about how I didn’t really want to go to the concert, but knew I’d regret it forever if I stayed home. Maybe I’ll write about how I never actually decided to go; I just found myself in my car driving to Kentucky. Maybe I’ll mention that I’m glad I went even though I wasn’t familiar with a single song they performed. Maybe I’ll mention something about Polly Jean dancing around barefoot and how she sort of reminded me of a scary marionette. Maybe I’ll mention that 75% of the men onstage wore hats.
Maybe I won’t do any of that. Maybe I’ll just post the setlist and go to bed.
Main set: Black Hearted Love/Sixteen, Fifteen, Fourteen/Rope Bridge Crossing/Urn With Dead Flowers in a Drained Pool/Civil War Correspondent/The Soldier/Taut/Un cercle autour du soleil/The Chair/Leaving California/A Woman a Man Walked By–>The Crow Knows Where All the Little Children Go/Passionless, Pointless/Cracks in the Canvas/Pig Will Not
Encore: False Fire/April
Or maybe I’ll post a few pictures and then go to bed. Yes, I think that’s what I’ll do.