Monday, November 30, 2009

What now?

Wednesday night I saw the Pixies perform Doolittle.

I want you all to stop for a second and reread that. Are you with me yet? Not quite?

A quick history lesson.

Doolittle, AKA the most perfect album of all ever, was released in 1989...
when I was 4.
In 1997, at the age of 12...
I discovered the song "Tame" from a mixtape made for me by my beloved Jordan.
Within the year I had broken the tape, acquired Doolittle (the full album on which "Tame" resides at track #2) and secretly vowed to tattoo every lyric from the entire album over every inch of my body. This was the year I adopted headphones, became childishly fascinated with foreign films and developed a complex about anything sharp being anywhere remotely near my eye... all thanks to the Pixies.
In 2009 the universe spins in my direction and I am in New York at the same time the Pixies decide to do a mini reunion tour for Doolittle's 20th, at which they will play the album in its entirety. I purchase a ticket the day they go on sale and then faint.

So the show was Wednesday night. I had a great spot, the venue was perfect acoustically and aesthetically, the opening band was punctual and brief.

Un Chien Andalou
came on a giant screen at 9pm and I almost peed my pants.
At 9:07 the band took to the stage playing some of their best B-sides:
Dancing At Manta Ray
Weird at My School

*hello, 8th grade*
Bailey's Walk
Manta Ray

(This is where Kim Deal says, "some of these B-sides are so obscure we had to learn them" to which I say, "who knows them all by heart?! THIS GIRL!")

Then Un Chien Andalou comes back on and they launch full force into the album, sending me into a fit, the likes of which you are all lucky to have not had to witness.

(This next part is for me more so than for you, dear readers, but feel free to join me if you like.) Aside from the history and the fact that they're great songs and sounded better than I could have ever imagined, here's why I reveled in each and every one.

Debaser (for life long moral conflict)
Tame (for every time I've ever needed to scream)
*this is where I lose my shiz completely and go into full-on screams and hair flingage*
I Bleed (because Kim Deal should be every little girl's role model)
Wave of Mutilation (for 2008)
Here Comes Your Man (for judging hipsters who pretend to know the Pixies)
Dead (for driving away from Los Angeles in the middle of the night, proverbial middle finger up)
Monkey Gone to Heaven (because I always wanted to know what it felt like to scream along with Black Francis with seven of my fingers in the air)
*it was epic*
Mr. Grieves (for Mr.)
Crackity Jones (for delirious 4am drives to the middle of nowhere to shoot an ultra low budget indie film with a bunch of crazy people)
La La Love You (for shakin' my butt)
*David Lovering kinda made me swoon, balding head and all*
No. 13 Baby (for being a girl)
There Goes My Gun (for never letting them see you sweat)
Hey (because love doesn't give you a choice)
*Top 10 life moment*

Silver (for B)
Gouge Away (for bad decisions in college)
*let the worshiping and begging for more begin*

Of course they come back out and give us a little more from the B-side:
The slowed down UK Surf version of Wave of Mutilation
Into the White
*you could hardly see them, which was cool because the music was so overpowering*

And then a little more:
Bone Machine
Dig for Fire
They tell us "last one" and I beg and plead for "Gigantic" because that would officially make this the best concert experience humanly possible. They start something (I don't remember) and then stop because BF didn't think he could play it (I dunno?), some discourse on stage and...
*both of Brittan's feet are now simultaneously leaving the ground*
...and finally Vamos in which a drumstick flies effortlessly from Lovering's drums into the hand of Joey Santiago and he does crazy violin-like guitar things with it before throwing it just as effortlessly back.

This can't be topped.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Friday, November 27, 2009

Our Thanksgiving

It was a nice Thanksgiving. We attempted to go to the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade but, despite my best attempts, clearly did not put enough planning into it. It was chaos and we could barely see so we peaced out, watched Miracle on 34th Street and then went over to have all the necessary foods with our friends Danielle and Jimmy and their awesome friend Kim. They stuffed our bellies with mashed potatoes, stuffing (my small contribution), mac and cheese, cornbread and the best green bean casserole I've ever had (sorry Aunt Tracy). Danielle and I gabbed and I envied her sewing setup while the dudes played video games. It was a good time and I felt very thankful to have great friends in the city. (And a view of the appropriately colored Empire State Building!)

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Tim Burton MoMA Exhibit Opening Cocktail Reception

Candace and I got to go to the opening of Tim Burton's exhibit at the MoMA, as well as a screening of Pee-Wee's Big Adventure introduced by Burton. Tim Burton's work in other artistic mediums certainly does not veer from the aesthetic of his films, and seeing props from his films was a treat. I almost lost it over the Edward Scissorhands costume and Sally doll, though I think my favorite thing in the collection was the blown up Willy Wonka dolls! The collection contains everything from paintings to scupltures, dollhouses, toys and scribbles on cocktail napkins. The entire party and gallery space had a spooky, distinctly Tim Burton feel. Also, I forgot how great Pee Wee is! It was a fun time. I took some pictures of my favorite things for those of you that can't go, but if you're in New York you definitely need to get over to MoMA and see this. They're screening all of his films in conjunction with the exhibit as well.