Finding a slice of time in Nelsonville
The Breeders had an amazing set last night. I jumped, sang, moshed, and felt that amazing joy that you can only feel when fully immersed in the music that formed you in your twenties. I walked out the festival with a grin on my face as big as Kim and Kelley’s were on stage, as they were clearly enjoying the performance as much as we were. I’m glad I didn’t listen to a lot of their albums before the set, so as they played songs I hadn’t heard in years I had some of that sense of joy and discovery from the first time I heard them. They finished with “Gigantic” and of course we all lost it. There was also a sense of time passing, though. Not sad or bittersweet, but just different. Kelley sat on the stage and put on readers so she could see the bass tab on one song. One of the guys with the band had as much grey in his beard as me. And the people I moshed with looked they may not have been born the first time I heard the Pixies. I was also thinking a lot about my college crew. Rob and I