...it was worth the wait.
Every once in a while a sight, a sound, an event will strike me and briefly illuminate the possiblity that all this may in fact be the doing of some sort of higher power. A sunset, a child and its mother, laying down for a nap on the couch bathed in the warmth of a sunbeam--occasionally stir this feeling in me.
To that list I can now add another:
The Pixies.
Live.
In concert.
Joey Santiago, Kim Deale, Dave Lovering, and Black Francis have rejuvenated my faith in rock and roll. I came, I saw, and they blew my fucking mind.