I've got post-Easter blues, I guess, cause despite all (or perhaps BECAUSE of all) the Jesus-is-victorious-with-lillies-blooming-and-trumpets-playing Easter fullness yesterday, I'm ready today for that reality check Bazan's powerful and searching lyrics offer. More like Mark's gospel, read at the Vigil Saturday night. The women were terrified and ran away and told no one. Always pondered that one, and find it captures the awe of REALLY walking into a God-filled moment. I'll write a report from the concert later this week, complete with notes on the chit-chat if any. I asked his people for an interview before the show, but after saying they'd check into it, no response. Oh well.