The man they called Black Francis sipped his morning coffee, munched on chopped fruit and chuckled at the strange odyssey of this thing called life. In the past, the singer for the Pixies was famous for sounding crazed, possessed or sinister onstage, but at this particular breakfast moment he seemed positively … sunny.
“I guess I have this different perspective because we’re in this funny place now,” said the 44-year-old musician. “I have the benefit of age, the clarity of perspective and enjoyable things like success now. We play in venues that are, for the most part, sold out, we stay in nice hotels and we’re applauded nightly for our greatness.”
Francis, whose band starts a three-show stand tonight at the Hollywood Palladium, said that last bit with a self-mocking flourish, but there is something to this notion that the Pixies now play to audiences that arrive at the venue with a mix of reverence and, among younger fans, something akin to archival curiosity.[…]
Submitted by Robert Daeley on Mon, 2009-10-26 10:59.
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The first installment of Chap-Hop superstar Mr.B the Gentleman Rhymer’s ‘Histories’ series. The history of hip-hop. In five minutes. On the banjolele. Chap-Hop hoorah!
Featuring more than satisfactory musical renditions of Sugarhill Gang, Run DMC, Beastie Boys, Public Enemy, LL Cool J, De La Soul, and Eminem. What what.
Submitted by Robert Daeley on Tue, 2009-09-15 23:55.
I have this theory that The Cars’ song “My Best Friend’s Girl” works as a sequel to Rick Springfield’s “Jessie’s Girl”. We assume that Rick’s alter ego narrator did in fact hook up with his buddy Jessie’s girl. Then homophonic Ric (as Jessie) replies in his song.
