Is she black? Is she white? Is she married to M. Night?
There was a long marathon session of the Pixies going on when I got to work this morning, and when this song came on, I was reminded so much of high school. Man, I used to love me some Pixies.
Something about this one line in particular that really brought it all crashing back…the goofy puffy hair, the super tight black jeans, the trenchcoats (ha!), John Fluvog….oh…I could go on and on. Like everyone else, I’m sure my high school years were the some of the worst times of my life. My poor, poor broken heart.
I think it was the year after I graduated that I finally got to see the Pixies play in Vancouver. It was Primus and Pixies opening for Jane’s Addiction. That year, for me, this was probably the line-up of my dreams. We drove into Vancouver….and waited outside in the cold listening to the bands soundchecking. Getting more and more pumped, until they finally let us inside. We all gathered on the floor in front of the stage….just anticipating what was coming.
The lights dimmed, and Les Claypool walked out. Started playing their first song and everybody started towards the stage, and jumping around like crazy. The guys behind me lifted me up onto the crowd, and I started get pushed around on top of everyone….getting closer and closer to the gap between crowd and stage. I got a little too close, and started to fall in, when a couple security guys grabbed me and pulled me down.
And threw me out the back door.
I spent the rest of the night sitting in Burger King eating fries.
But I still love the Pixes.
