It’s Surf Week on Old Road Apples’ Summer Wonders–something I can’t do at all, but admire greatly. Surfers on their boards often remind me of statues of Greek Gods and Goddesses.
I’ve saved a lot of email over the years–sort of an electrical pack rat, I guess (put on your Philip Dick and think on that for a nano). I’ll be cleaning up and sharing the best of it with you.
Hey man, how in the hell did I miss the Pixies? Where was I in he eighties/nineties?
I hope that all is well! Peace out.
I responded: “This is a song about a superhero called Tony. It’s called Tony’s theme!”
I had a roommate named Tony for half of 1990 in Wyoming–he was a great guy, a recently returned Mormon missionary from the Napolean Dynamite town in Idaho (which was, at the time, to this Appalachian boy, like being a devout Poyahmian from the Planet Skeeloi) and he just fucking loved the shit out of that song.”
Note: I rarely listen to the Pixies 23 years later, but I still keep in sporadic touch with Tony, and he’s been known to stop by this blog.