“Being a feminist doesn’t mean suddenly no longer liking problematic things. If you stopped liking everything that was sexist in media and entertainment there would be no media or entertainment left. Being a feminist, to me, is being aware of what it is you’re liking, and of its problematic aspects.”—
YES! I still watch TV shows and read magazines and enjoy things that have problematic aspects, but that doesn’t make me any worse of a feminist. Feminism doesn’t require you to become an ascetic about all media. It just means acknowledging that things are wrong and could be changed.
Tuesday night, the Pixies performed at Massey Hall, their second night in Toronto on this Canadian stretch of the Doolittle tour. The formula was the same as we saw in Hollywood, November 2009. The Bunuel/Dali film as an opener, the smoke billowing out into the audience, the glowing orbs suspended above the stage, and Kim Deal’s delightfully effervescent micro-commentary.
"B-SIDES!" she exclaimed.
"Some of the b-sides are so obscure, we had to learn ‘em!"
As the drum line for La La Love you began, “Ladies… of Toronto. Mr. David Lovering.” And suddenly we were all disciples.
Frank barely spoke the entire evening, but he didn’t have to. The difference between his silence and that of Luke LaLonde’s (aloof frontman of Born Ruffians), was his degree of accessibility (legendary status notwithstanding). Frank didn’t have to speak. We all knew, anyway.
Doolittle was released 22 years ago. But it holds up like so few others can. Timeless, perennial, classic. This monkey’s gone to heaven.