»In which you'll never wait so long

Many years ago I turned my ears in disgust from a band called The Pixies, who were opening for (my favourite band at the time) Love and Rockets at the (late, lamented) Syria Mosque in Pittsburgh. The bassist could not play three notes without stumbling through the transitions, and the guitar sound was a little more abrasive than the goth-pop I was there to hear.
And again, they opened for L&R on their return trip to Pittsburgh (also at the Mosque?). A few years later, the student activities board at College proudly hosted The Rollercoaster Tour with fuzzbox favourites The Jesus and Mary Chain, Curve, and headliners The Pixies. I went with a small group of friends, and we sat in the balcony until the band started playing "Here Comes Your Man", which was so completely awesome that it brought down the house (Mandel Hall, in this case).
I have not seen The Pixies since then, the defining point of their music to my ears, but have come to enjoy their albums. I finally bought Surfer Rosa / Come on Pilgrim, Doolittle, and Trompe le Monde my last year of college, and still play them loud. I also have a curious 10" anthology copy of Death to the Pixies.