Death to the Pixies
Just to prove that you’re never too old for rock ‘n’ roll, I saw the Pixies Wednesday night at the Brixton Academy. It was their first London concert in 13 years. I took Alice to their last London concert, also at Brixton Academy, in 1991. I think she still has occasional nightmares about the experience! The Guardian liked the show, as did me and my friend Bootleg Bill, who tried to tape the gig but had technical difficulties (we were a bit too close to the mosh pit for people of our advanced years, and would-be moshers kept bumping into him, in the process turning off the mini-disc he was using to record it). So I had to download and burn a CD of the concert, er, legally.
Update: An even better review in the Daily Telegraph, of all places. And a rather embarrassing one from my old paper. (ie “Ways of Mutilation”!?!)
June 4th, 2004 04:41
As the only official, professional, union-card-carrying rock musician (ever)in this here family, it saddens me to say I’ve never heard the Pixies, or of them, for that matter. Well, not really, since I still think the Paul Butterfield Blues Band is one of the best groups ever (Bloomfield never should have left). I guess you really can say (maybe) you can be too old for rock n’roll. But maybe not.