It tickles me pink when someone mentions the
Pixies on their blog these days. In fact, it's been tickling me pink for some time. Used to be it was mention of They Might Be Giants that tickled me pink.. they still tickle but more of a tickle me purple now, than pink.
Mike D. broke his clavicle one hot New York summer riding his bike around and my concert got cancelled. I didn't really want to see the BBoys makin with the freak-freak in a fucking football stadium, so I wasn't so disappointed. I'd rather see them jamming in my basement, frankly. I happily refunded my tickets. Not happy to see Mike get hurt, but tickled pink that he would write us all a personal note saying
sorry guys, I'm really sorry.. but, you know.. circumstance. He's sweet like that.
But right now it's the Pixies that tickle me pink and they've been doing it for quite awhile, really. Black Francis, the Pixies, Frank Black and the Catholics, Frank Black solo, the Deal sisters as the Breeders, Kim Deal as herself with that damn voice. Oi.
I'm
pink, I tell yah, I'm
pink.
I'm pink all over to think
that the
pixies might fixies
Alls those problems they had.
I'm pink all over to think
that the band might land
back on this soil for just a tad.