The Pixies

Well, folks, I sure do have some exciting news! As an early Christmas present, my (wonderful) husband agreed to buy me a ticket to THE PIXIES AND JAY REATARD concert! The concert is this Friday, and oh man oh man am I excited. One, I am not the type of person to go to expensive concerts... but if I were to go to just a handful of expensive concerts, this would be one of my top choices. It's in Boston, which is a gorgeous city full of history that I can spend hours wandering around. I am going to this concert alone, which is, in some ways, a really interesting mental kickback to those (not-so-long-ago) single days of concert hopping. Without thinking or regard to the bands that were at a show, I would walk/drive/bike to the nearest house show/pizza place show alone with full intentions in meeting some generous stranger, sharing a cigarette with him/her, and dancing the night away, beer in one hand and water bottle in the other. I feel comfortable going alone and standing up front and banging my head because of those times when bands would play in my house, when I was a teenage metal head, when I was a grungy oily 18 year old runaway whom, as it turns out, boys had crushes on (it took me years to figure out that people may have liked me in high school after all- hindsight). I've listened to the Pixies since I was afraid of people and have continued to listen to the Pixies since I started loving people. And the best part is: I know I'm neither special nor alone in this respect. Tons of people love the Pixies. And hopefully they're the type of people that won't mind a single smiling goofy stranger in their midst. And why, might you ask, would I be so excited about this Jay Reatard bit?
The Pixies have been there through angst and the realization that there isn't that much to be angry about after all. Jay Reatard came into my life just as I was realizing that I wasn't too old to be pissed off about things, big and little alike. I can dance in my room and I can be an adult, too.
Long story short: I'm excited and I hope everything works out as smooth as silk. Or at least close. I'm picking up the ticket at the box office the day of the concert.