Muse!

Warning: The end of this post contains a smoking photo of one Matthew Bellamy. Be warned.

I have a proper file with a whole lot of song-by-song squee, not to mention the fact that I shall steal some of the photos that Q took (and some of them are completely spectacular, which Sky can testify to) and I'll put all of that up on here, but right now? Mini-squee, because Butterflies and Hurricanes just came on the iPod that I'm listening to, and it's making me go all shivery with remembering the concert(s).

Hands down, the greatest shows I've ever seen. I'm getting goosebumps just listening back to B&H, and I've heard this album version probably a million times. Ah, last night was just... Matt was completely mind-blowing, and the crowd was massive, and I screamed myself hoarse. They did Ruled by Secrecy (which they didn't do in Melbourne because there was something wrong with the piano) and it was so beautiful I was shivering. And Bliss! All day Q and I were saying how awesome it would be if they played it, and they did! The track opens with harps, but when Matt plays it live he does the intro on guitar, which might throw people off if they haven't heard the live version before. Opening notes? That was Q and I going crazy. And every single person around me was jumping and singing along so loudly that it should be physically impossible.

Yes, I have a new Happy Place, and that place is Bliss. My god, it was spectacular.

Anyway, I'm still in Newcastle, due to head home tomorrow. In case you're not familiar with my horrible beginning to the weekend, I shall fill you in, bullet-point style, mang.

- Q and I missed our flight to Newcastle, by 10 minutes, and they sure as hell didn't get us on another. Or refund us or anything like that. Gah. Fuck you, Jetstar.

- We paid over $200 each for new flights to Sydney. But isn't Sydney hours away from Newcastle, you say? Why yes, yes it is. But there's a train. Well, not really, but you'll see.

- While waiting in the airport, I discovered that my iPod completely reset itself, erasing some 800 songs, most of which I don't have on my computer at home, or the CD is in a box somewhere. Fucking great.

- Track work! Yes, glorious track work meant that we had to take a bus from somewhere to somewhere (the names will come to me later) which took about five hours instead of a gloriously fast train. And parts of those five hours were spent hanging out at a dodgy train station with a violent drunk guy who kept hurling abuse at the rail guy who was trying to organise everything. Oh, and we asked someone if the bus that was about to leave was the one we needed to catch, and he said no. Turns out he was wrong, and we would have been stuck there for another hour. But we got a bus, anyway.

- On said bus, my wallet fell out of my bag as I was putting luggage up on a rack (which of course I didn't realise at the time) and was hence picked up by someone. Someone who decided to keep my $5 and multitude of cards and souvenirs. Bastards.

So, that was luck abandoning me completely, hand in hand with my wallet, apparently.

But then there was Muse, and I was completely blown away with how brilliant the whole thing is. And did I mention that Matt looked jaw-droppingly sexy on Saturday night? Well, he did. Yes, I'm gay, but man. I would have turned for him in a second.

I'll leave you with photographic proof, shall I?



Oh yes, play that guitar, you astonishingly talented little man. Play.