He Played a Pixies Set!
The last thing I expected from Frank Black was that he would play any Pixies songs, but he started out his concert on Friday night with an entire set of them. It was fantastic.
After a truly horrible opener by a dude called the Kentucky Preacher, Frank Black, looking rather fitter than I have seen him in most photos, took the stage to a roar of approval. He immediately started into the first chords of Where is my Mind and the crowd went wild, at which point, Frank stopped, snapped, "I'm not playing any fucking Pixies' songs" and launched back into the song. He then proceeded to play, not only Where is my Mind, but also Nimrod's Son, Wave of Mutilation, and two or three others which escape me right now. We were ecstatic of course, and all sang along joyfully.
Then his band joined him, a tight-sounding crack band, who kept it tight through the most intense, non-stop set I have ever witnessed. One song morphed right into the next, with no pause, no banter, no sips of water. It was exhausting just to watch.
I'm not really very well versed on Frank Black's solo work, so I can't tell you what he played, but he must have played about 187 songs that night. And he sounded really good.
The crowd was surprisingly (or perhaps not) shy of scenesters. In fact there were a lot of old people in attendance. I found myself glaring at them thinking, "hey what are all these old guys doing here, cutting in on our action", and then I realised they were my age.
But here I have a shameful confession to make; those old people lasted longer than we did. By midnight, Frank Black was showing no signs of letting up his brutal pace, and frankly, he proved to be a better man than we were. Shamefully, we left before the concert was done.
But it was a hell of a show.