I love the Pixies.
I've loved them since my first listen of
Bossanova. I remember opening the nondescript cardboard box from BMG in my room
and feeling like something in me changed after that first listen. I would
later find Doolittle, Surfer Rosa/ Come on Pilgrim and Trompe le Monde in
constant rotation on my Discman (Discmen, actually - they broke easily). A year
or so later, the soundtrack of my freshman year of college would be scored by
Frank Black. Those albums were my constant companions, and huge influences
sonically.
Unfortunately, I didn't discover the
Pixies until after the release of Trompe le Monde and their subsequent breakup.
For roughly 13 years, I regretted having never seen them live. I was lucky
enough to see Frank Black & the Catholics several times over the years
(including a lengthy set in Urbana, IL), but it wasn't the same. Thankfully in
2004, I was able to see the Pixies at Coachella. I was a long way from home,
sweaty and excited and I wasn't disappointed. I don't believe I've missed a
Pixies show in Chicago since.
Which brings me to my point. I really find
this EP-1 wonderful (go fuck yourself Pitchfork) and this particular song,
while not my favorite on the EP (that distinction goes to Indie Cindy), it is a
great track that to me sounds like the bridge between the Pixies and Frank
Black. To me, that's a great thing.
Thanks to the Pixies for not
disappointing. I am really looking forward to more new music. Now, what I
find great is that I am passing my love of them onto my children, who are very
jealous of me going to the February show in Chicago. I can’t wait.
the go fuck yourself to Pitchfork made me smile. I have music blog called American Pancake and favorably reviewed EP1 /2 and eventually Indie Cindy and was thrilled that Black Francis liked my tweet back then. JUST reviewed Head Carrier and absolutely loved it.
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