Sunday, July 8, 2007
Eventually, we all become parodies of ourselves
I'm watching the Pixies on Austin City Limits right now, and I don't think there's a word in the English language to describe how depressing it is. Frank Black has a range of about one octave these days. The crowd has some original fans in the back who are bouncing around, but the teenagers in the front are about as into this as they would be the opening act in the Corner at the Middle East. Crikey, if the Pixies can get old and fat, what hope do the rest of us have?