BY JONATHAN VALANIA FOR THE INQUIRER The classic album concert — wherein a storied and beloved band reunites to perform its career-making album beginning to end along with all the attendant B-sides — is the latest attempt by the music biz to plug the gaping hole at the bottom of the money pool, as was the case when the Pixies performed its 1989 art-brut classic, Doolittle, at the the Tower Theater Tuesday night. The show kicked off with a screening of Luis Bunuel and Salvador Dali’s 1929 surrealist masterpiece Un Chien Andalou, which was apropos for at least two reasons. […]
RAWK TAWK: Burying The Hatchet With Black Francis
[Illustration by ALEX FINE] BY JONATHAN VALANIA Set the Wayback Machine to 1988. I’m a college radio DJ stranded in the middle of Pennsyltucky. Entranced by the naked boob on the cover of Surfer Rosa, I slap it on the turntable and…the Pixies had me by the first 10 seconds of “Where Is My Mind?” and never really let go. Shortly thereafter I got a gig working for a Pennsyltucky daily. They asked me one day if I wanted to interview some guy named Black Francis from the Pixies. Would I? Man, this was a dream come true! I could […]