La La Love You

So I saw the Pixies on Saturday - and it was pretty great. I was sober, driving, old. We sat at the back, in the lower bowl, where we were able to watch the audience dance and scream and sing along ("chien!").

By no means was I the youngest. There were many older men and ladies - grey, denim-clad, balding, bespectacled (the same vintage as the band, really). We all sat together - holding hands and swaying. It was pretty great.

Seriously though - all of Doolittle played in succession? Tame. Number 13 Baby. Here Comes Your Man. Hey! The sound was fantastic. The visuals, save for the gratuitous (albeit not unexpected) shot of "slicing up eyeballs" (oh-ho-ho-ho!), also fantastic. Frank Black yipped and screamed and barked. Kim Deal handled the banter and the bass. Joey Santiago's guitar was loud, clashing, melodic - all in the right places. The drummer did his thing and sang that song. The show had few surprises, which surprised no one.

As a Saturday out, as a concert experience... pretty great.

(Not much of a concert review, I know...)