The Pixies grant my wish...

Once again Wendy's Week of TV 2.0 is suspended because I spent over half the week in Brisbane. In case you have been living under a rock, don't follow my twitter feed, aren't my friend on facebook or have just happened upon this blog, the reason for my trip to Brisbane was to see The Pixies. I was Very Excited. The only time I have been more excited was when I went to seminar with Brian Massumi. That might tell you that I am some kind of nerd. You could well be correct.

Anyway to return to the Pixies. Let's describe the show. Awesome, Amazing, Fantastic, Delightful, Fierce, Impressive, Dedicated, Kind, Tight. I could go on. Doolittle (the album they played their way through) sounds as fresh today as it did 20 years ago. My little brother and I stood near the mixing guys and the lighting man. This was handy as we could see when they were getting ready to come on for more encores. We could also see that they were making a freaking amazing sound. We had commented to each other before the show that we were both worried that the live sound wouldn't live up to the recording. If anything, it surpassed it. Tame was like an assault on all our sense and perhaps the highlight. (If you ignore all the other songs). And then they gave us...the dear "Brisbayne" crowd (Kim Deal pronunciation)... extra encores after Into the White. I must admit the lighting man went pretty heavy on the strobing and I had to close my eyes in that one. But then we were treated to all manner of favourites including Caribou, Planet of Sound and one of my absolute winners, Gigantic, which I never ever thought I would hear live. What an absolute treat. I had been wishing they would play it all the way down in the car...and look...my wish came true. I am extremely glad I ordered the live recording. I also bought a tshirt (which should come as no surprise to anyone who has read this blog before) and Granty bought a stubbie holder. Frank Black is an absolute songwriting legend with a stunning voice both in range and timbre (ooo...snobsville musical term there) , you won't hear better bass lines anywhere thanks to Ms Deal, Joey Santiago changed guitars like a guitar changing mad person all to wonderful effect and David Lovering's drumming in Crackity Jones was explosive to say the least. So you know, what I am trying to tell you here is that this was the best concert I have ever been to. In My Life. I was Very Tired the next day because I was up way past my bedtime and I am Old. That was okay though. Because I was on holidays I could have a little nap.

Friday, I went shopping with Anne M and bought some bargains. One of them (a black skirt) I am wearing now. Others of them may or may not have been 5 dollar t shirts. I shall leave that for you to decide. Friday evening I went to dinner with Grant and Kate to The Continental Cafe in New Farm. It was perhaps the Yummiest dinner I have had in some time. I ate far too much of the slow cooked lamb and regretted having an entree because it meant I couldn't fit in dessert. Will I never learn? I did manage to stuff down some cheese and crackers. Mmmmmm.

Saturday I did some more shopping and coffee and caked with my brother. We also drove through The Tunnel, a distinctly underwhelming experience. At least it was free. Saturday night Anne M and her family christened their new giant barbeque that they bought off ebay. We had kebabs, fatoush (not sure on that spelling) and it was scrumptious. And then on Sunday, Grant, Kate and I went to Portside where I ate a big vegetarian breakfast for lunch, we wandered around a bit and struck up quite a conversation with the man behind the counter at Tabitha's cupcakes.

Sadly, then after what now looks like a marathon of eating it was time for home.

That is where I am now. Drinking coffee. And blogging.

The end.