The Joup Friday Album: The Pixies – Doolittle

doolittleBeen away for a bit. Good to be back. In case you haven’t guessed from my stilted tone I’ve been drinking… and due to my trying like crazy to A) work 9 hours B) commute 2 C) edit my Twin Peaks Festival Video and D) drive to a friend’s to film a new Genesis of Preacher I’m also tired, so the 5 Downtown Browns I’ve consumed over the past 4 hours hit me like a fucking hammer and I’m realizing I volunteered to defib the Joup Friday Album at like 2 hours and 42 minutes (and counting) into Saturday. But I believe in this column, just like I believe in Mr. Grieves.

Despite being one of my favorite bands it’s hard for me to go back to the Pixies very often; reminds me of my early 20s in a way that I guess makes me feel my age. I guess? I mean, I don’t overtly feel like that’s right, but something keeps me from blaring Pixies on a regular basis, and then I happen to throw one of their records on and I fall in love again for a day or two and swear I won’t renig… and then I do.

(Also might be because I’ve always been a bigger fan of Frank Black’s solo career more than I’ve been of the Pixies – esp the Catholics – and I tend to take sides.)

Anyway, this is Doolittle and it’s as good as any other album to kick this thing back off. Listen, buy, worship. But for gad’s sake, breathe.

Tag Joe Grez.

 

Shawn C Baker

Shawn C Baker

Shawn lives in Los Angeles where he co-hosts Drinking w/ Comics, writes screenplays and fiction and has been known to drink quite a bit of beer. Good beer.

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