circa 9th grade: Pixies was my 2nd show ever, 1st being the Cure Disintegration tour: 20 bucks at the SD Sports Arena for around 3 hours of music. Now I'm paying 25 for Blur, who better play their oldies, goddamnit. I had to leave during the second encore, "Boys Don't Cry," with Mom parked across the lot at the Handyman hardware store.
Before the show, I was getting amped up, listening to my Surfer Rosa tape, and Dad came in to my room to tell me to turn it down and start my chores, and saw the album cover with the beautiful dancing half-naked muchacha, which got me busted and the tape confiscated.
At the show, I remember being moshed by the big college kids, Bob Mould "opening" but playing over an hour, and me, having no sense of history, giving him the devil eyes to get off the stage. Finally the Pixies came on, I got thumped around, and Kim Deal was the coolest coo-cooer ever. Then they opened for big bands in cities like LA at huge shows I couldn't make, and then they went away. Conclusion: I would love to see them again just tear it out for an hour and close it down.