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Ticketstubs: The Pixies in Kalamazoo, 1992

I had recently gotten home from a semester abroad in Scotland. While I was there the Pixies had released Trompe Le Monde, and I bought the cassette at the Aberdeen HMV the week it came out. The Pixies were one of my favorite bands, and the Surfer Rosa/Come On Pilgrim two-fer had been the soundtrack of my sophomore year of college. “She’s a real left winger ’cause she’s been down south and held peasants in her arms.” Yep, that pretty much nails it. Bossanova got me through some tough times. “Is she over me, like the stars and the sun?” Yes, she was.

To this day listening to the Pixies conjures up those intense conflicted emotions of college: liberated but sheltered, idealistic but cynical, innocent but itchy, that desire to push it too far. “We’re not just kids… We got ideas!”

I loved Trompe Le Monde with all its abrasive guitar and spacey lyrics, but I remember being concerned about the lack of obvious Kim Deal input. There were rumors… Trouble in paradise?

The week before the show I picked up a brand new pair of wire-rimmed glasses from one of those places in a strip mall with the warranty where if anything went wrong they’d replace them for free. Something went wrong.

When the Pixies came onstage at the State Theatre they all seemed to be in a nasty mood. They were in the middle of a huge arena tour with U2 and this was a one-off show in between dates. They didn’t look at each other or say anything to the crowd; they all stared straight ahead and ripped into their set. Nevertheless, they sounded tight and great and the Kalamazoo crowd went nuts. A mosh pit formed immediately, and before the end of the first song my brand new glasses got knocked off my face and disappeared into the abyss. I’m not totally blind, but I can’t really see.

So I guess I can’t actually say that I saw the Pixies live in 1992. I heard them. And that was still impressive.

The setlist for this show isn’t available online, and I can no longer recall the details, but other setlists from that era reveal they played a lot of newer stuff mixed with a bunch of older classics. Nothing quite like the summer of 1989 when they played their songs in alphabetical order. Wish I would have seen that!

They didn’t say a word between the songs. After their final song, Black Francis dryly quipped, “Thank you very much we’re the Pixies U2’s up next,” and they exited the stage. No encore.

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Got (Almost) Live If You Want It

PixiesHollywood once used the phrase, “You’ve read the book, now see the movie” to promote their latest offerings. But given the acceleration of time, music vendors can now use the phrase, “You’ve just heard the concert, now just hear the concert again,” and make that statement approximately 10 minutes after the show is over.

At least that’s the case with the performances of the Pixies, starting November 23 in New York. The firm Abbey Road Live is recording the shows and then burning CDs of the performances. The Pixies, as seems to be the case with some vintage bands that are still striding the boards (e.g., Steely Dan) are doing the complete version of “Doolittle” from 1989 (although unlike S.D., this isn’t a matter of the fans voting for it, they’re getting it each night of the tour).

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Download Four Live Pixies Songs

The Pixies are sharing four live songs from their Doolittle 20th Anniversary tour.

The way it works is the standard Topspin deal: you submit your email address, and then they email you a link to a 22 MB zip file. You download it, unzip the 320kbps MP3s, listen to them, and enjoy. Track listing is:

1. Dancing the Manta Ray

2. Monkey Gone to Heaven

3. Crackity Jones

4. Gouge Away

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Black Francis to Naysayers: Go fuck yourself

Frank Black (Francis) talks to Rolling Stone about the Pixies reunion, playing the whole Doolittle album live, and making money:

It’s like someone saying, “You don’t have the right to go up there on a stage and sing your songs.” My response would, be, “Go fuck yourself.” Are we making more money? Yeah. But it’s not because we’re demanding more money. It’s because the patrons have converted other patrons. We’re going to fly first class and stay in a nice hotel and people are gonna carry my guitars for me. Maybe someone’s who’s really uptight and has as lot of revolution in their soul might have a problem with that. But I’m in fuckin’ show business, man; I don’t work for the Peace Corps.

Enjoy the nice hotels, Charles. You’ve earned it!

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Frank Black interview: New Pixies Album

MTV interviews Black Francis: “We haven’t really been able to think about [the new album] up until now, because we’ve been too busy collecting money from all these festivals we do. It takes a lot of counting to get through all that cash.”

Lollapalooza 2005: Day One

Lollapalooza 2005Holy shit, it was hot on Sunday. I was pretty sure we were all going to die for a while there. But hey, Glorious Noise suffers unbearable heat so you don’t have to.

It’s hard to believe that the first Lollapalooza was 14 years ago. I was a dopey college kid who could barely drive straight when my pals piled into my mom’s Corolla and we drove across the state to see Perry Farrell’s brand new music festival. I was looking forward to seeing Ice T and Jane’s Addiction, but was most impressed by the Butthole Surfers when guitarist Paul Leary picked up a rifle, aimed it right at my face 60 rows back, and pulled the trigger. I swear to god I saw fire shoot out of the barrel and expected to feel the bullet split my skull. Good thing Leary’s a lousy shot.

This year no one fired a gun at me. But I was blown away by a couple of bands that I wasn’t expecting that much from. It’s a much different world now (George Bush, Iraq, economy, etc.), but a few things remain the same: good music still isn’t played on the radio, and young people still love to get half naked and stomp around in the dirt and listen to bands.

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Salon Pixies Interview with Charles Thompson/Frank Black

Salon talks to Black Francis: “I want to be Lou Reed and I want the writer to be Lester Bangs. Know what I mean? I want him to be so into it that he’s arguing with me about the validity of a song I wrote. I don’t care if it’s insulting.”