Went to the Pixies show Sunday night. It was, as expected, pretty damn awesome. I would've enjoyed it more except I didn't recognize half the songs (I've only heard Surfer Rosa and Bossanova--must fill out my CD collection soon) and I was in a generally pissy mood because I spent all day dealing with internet trolls (must get a life soon). Plus my back hurt from standing up all night (I thought losing all that weight would help, but nope) and I went alone (must get a fuckbuddy soon). The songs I did recognize were beyond awesome: "Here Comes Your Man", "Monkey Gone to Heaven", and of course, "Gigantic". Alas, no "Vellouria", or from what I could tell, anything from Bossanova at all. (Though strangely enough, they did "Wave of Mutilation" twice.)
I missed the opening act, The Thrills, but I didn't really care about them anyways so it was no big loss. I did catch The Killers, who were surprisingly good. Imagine if the Strokes had all their songs written by Robert Smith 20 years ago. But if I never see another band filled with 20 year old, anorexic hipsters who can't be bothered to shave or shower or cut their hair, it'll be too soon.
I missed the opening act, The Thrills, but I didn't really care about them anyways so it was no big loss. I did catch The Killers, who were surprisingly good. Imagine if the Strokes had all their songs written by Robert Smith 20 years ago. But if I never see another band filled with 20 year old, anorexic hipsters who can't be bothered to shave or shower or cut their hair, it'll be too soon.