THIS Monkey's Gone to Heaven!!!

There are a few things I hold dear to my little black heart – my husband and family, the USA and the Pixies. I have nerded out to them so hard and for so long , specifically since 1989 at Dodger Stadium. I was 13 years old and Pixies were opening for the Cure. It was the first time I’d heard the song “Gigantic” and it has been my favorite song ever since (that and the Clash’s “Rock the Casbah”).

They are performing the entire Dolittle album to celebrate its 20th anniversary and I’m practically puking on myself out of excitement. They are so fantastic and sadly never got to reap the rewards of being so talented because they broke up too soon – they hated each other and Kim Deal had a small heroin problem… But I’ve listened to every album of theirs countless times and can’t seem to tire of any of it. I’m not sure that’s something to be proud of – having the same music taste at 30 that you did at 13. It’s not like I don’t listen to any other music, but it’s just that Pixies are the SHIT, SON!

FUCK YES!!!!!!