Thursday, June 03, 2004
Hello? Hello? I'm sorry? What's that? Hello? I can't really hear...?
Death to the Pixies.
Indeed.
(As I'm getting slightly on, agewise, and because of a freak amateur gig incident in New Cross, my hearing is not what it used to be. So my sensible other half brought me ear-plugs for last night's gig. However, going to a concert with a fat, bald man who screams as if his life depends on it, wearing earplugs, somehow defies the entire notion of The Pixies. So out they went and in came the sound and it was gorgeous. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And if you can catch them, wherever you are in the world they are playing, you must do so.)
Death to the Pixies.
Indeed.
(As I'm getting slightly on, agewise, and because of a freak amateur gig incident in New Cross, my hearing is not what it used to be. So my sensible other half brought me ear-plugs for last night's gig. However, going to a concert with a fat, bald man who screams as if his life depends on it, wearing earplugs, somehow defies the entire notion of The Pixies. So out they went and in came the sound and it was gorgeous. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And if you can catch them, wherever you are in the world they are playing, you must do so.)
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