The Pixies were fantastic, of course. They're one of those bands that sound better live than on record, not that there's anything wrong with their studio recordings. Feeling the bite of the music at your throat while your ears threaten to burst and people shoving and jumping all over you is an experience your home stereo can't really duplicate. Seeing the radiant Kim Deal, perpetually grinning and looking simultaneously thrilled and bashful is an experience not soon forgotten. Her voice has always been the ultimate expression of sexiness to me. And Frank Black, looking admittedly not very Pixie-like, demonstrated why he is seen as such a rock god. That man can scream- and his Spanish is not bad, either. It was a ball.