Rest in peace, Superfreak #1. Rick James has gone to that great China Club in the sky, where he can do mile-long lines of blow without all that pesky psychosis and paranoia, burn hookers with crackpipes with impunity, and slap Charlie Murphy until his fingers go numb. Still no word on the cause of death, but I'm guessing his massive lifetime contribution to the Gross National Product of Columbia has something to do with it.
Well it's official; Pixies shows have finally been announced for NYC. On December 12 and 13 (for now), Frank, Kim, Joey, and David will blow the walls off the Hammerstein Ballroom. And you can attend for the low, low price of only $42. No, that's not a typo, and after the exhorbitant service charges it'll cost you more like $55. Now, of course we're all going to go. We'll all have a great time, too. But the notion of paying over $50 to see one band at a fairly shitty venue is sickening. It speaks volumes about the band's overall quality and musical legacy, though. How many bands that never charted in the Top 20 can command this kind of frenzy? Even The Clash had one major hit. These tickets are like cigarettes... no matter how expensive you make them, people will put cash on the barrelhead. Now if only they would add "The Happening" to their set list.
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