Some of Joan Baez’s work moves me to tears (good ones! not from boredom you cycnical punk!) but I can’t quite bring myself to spend £50 on a ticket to see her last world tour show in London this coming Feburary. It’s an anguishing personal battle betwixt the DIY anti-capitalist frugal anarchist on one shoulder and the devil may care, you only live once punk rocker (we’re talking about a Joan Baez gig?!!?) on the other. Maybe I should stick to second hand LP’s from the flea market?