Pixies 18A
We went to see one of the Pixes "last" shows back in December over at Hammerstein. Someone asked me if it was good afterwards. I made a mental note to catalog among some of the stupidest questions ever posed in my presence.
Of course it was good. Double duh.
Is there a way it could not be good? I guess--maybe if I got shivved by Charles S. Dutton during the any point of opening act Mike Watt and the Secondmen's set?! Actually that would have been an act of mercy on Roc's part.
(As an aside, I used to like the Minutemen, I understand the seminal contributions of Mike Watt throughout the years. Furthermore, I appreciate the fact that he had probably one of the more bizarre and excruciatingly painful sounding medical obstacles thrown in front of him--and that this was part of the inspiration for his latest effort, as well as the same ailment that felled William Howard Taft. But dammit, Watt, the music was possibly the most unlistenable stuff I have ever heard anywhere, in any format. It had a performance art badness to it, like maybe I wasn't getting that this was some elaborate stunt to write the world's most unlistenable rock opera. I really can't put it all into words, but it was really breathtaking.)
I digress. So I ordered an official recording of the show from the folks over at CD Baby. Before the show, nerdily enough. It finally showed up today and it's a really nice piece of soundfoolery. I'm no audiophile, but it sounds and plays better than the Death to the Pixies live tracks, the Peel Sessions or various live recordings floating around the internets. And it's the show we were at, so that gives a little something.
This is what the interwebs are all about. Now if I can somehow get a personalized DVD with every News Radio episode overnighted to me, all I would need is to find the viewing windows.
Random: The Know-It-All may be the best bathroom book of the millennium.