There was a guy, an underwater guy who controlled the sea...

As a precursor to my trip, I saw the Pixies Monday night in Phoenix. I was a little strange to see the band walk out on stage and realise that in the eleven years since I saw them play, they all aged 40 years. All of the men are shaved bald. I wise choice, I feel. Being older than dirt didn't stop them from rocking the house, though. The crowd was filled with old people (my age) who listened to the band in their youth, but not without a good sized section of the crowd who clearly were not alive when their first album was released. The gaggle of young folk who were standing in front of me were among that group, but seemed oddly familiar with even the oldest of their songs. Overall, I'm really glad I went. I left the concert feeling like I had done all I needed to do in the U.S. and was ready to give Asia the what-for.