i still love listening to the layering of Frank Black (Black Francis) and Kim Deal's voices. i don't think it completely ports me to being a 14 year old, but it gets close.

a few years back, the Pixies took themselves out of the cedar chest, blew the dust off, shook their act out and took to the road. we were living in Bozeman at the time. not exactly the music capital of the world.

i was however able to catch them on Austin City Limits. it was good to see them as older. reminded me that i am not the only one aging. they were wonderful, potentially a side-effect of aging in fact, having years more experience at their craft. from a critics view-point, there was something lost from Black Francis' antics; the energy of a younger man.

the point, i think, is that i will never see Kurt Cobain as an aged rocker. i will never have to see him overweight in polyester and rhinestones. he is immortal and he is limited. the Pixies though, have grown, have matured?, have moved on. when i listen to them i can remember adolescent angst, but i can also sit with my grade-schooler and happily introduce her to them even now, encouraging her to listen to the sound of a band in its middle-age.

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