Have you heard that I love me some Pixies? This blog loves Pixies. And indeed, I love the Pixies. A lot. I might have memorized every song and every line of chatter from their every album in the years between middle school and college. I might have seen them 3 times on their reunion tour. Yeah, I might be a CRAZY HUGE FAN.
Last week, I was able to physically embody my huge fan-ness at a show right here in my fair town. My enormous belly and I (and the FYD) took in the Lost Cities tour, to hear the seminal album Doolittle performed front-to-back (along with some B-sides and two encores).
So because I love this band so, I've no critical capacity to go blah-de-blah, the mix was good and they were off during La-La Love You or whatever - and can only say that it was a treat. A treat to be in the same space as these four musicians, who seem to truly enjoy each other and performing to people who enjoy them, and a sold-out auditorium of loyal fans, all with ear-to-ear grins on our faces (and no small number of pregnant ladies!). There was no veneer of cool, no posturing, just fun. Which is odd for a performance that begins with a showing of Un Chien Andalou.
I will say that the visuals behind the band were beautiful. And while I thought I might be banished to the balcony by the LOUD, the mix was so balanced that I was able to keep my ass down on the floor (the venue handily provides seats on the same plane as the sound guy, so I was able to sit and stand and sit and stand and sit and very very gently dance during some of my most favoritest parts). So I got some OK photos, but here are some from a pro. Gorgeous happy-making celebrate good times, come on!
p.s. I am having a baby in two weeks. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.