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I was sock shopping at the Sock Man store on St. Mark's when the employees said, "Hey, its the lead singer from Fear Factory". I looked up and thought, who? I hadn't heard of Fear Factory. Had no clue. But one look at the guy and I knew it must have been a heavy metal band. The employees small talked with him while I was deciding which panty hose to buy. I glanced at him unphased, but still wanted to check him out. I love star sightings when they are not really my star sightings. I can act all cool and nonchalant about it. I find out later that the lead singer's name is Burton C. Bell and that his band toured a year ago. One of employees asked me if I knew who he was and I said no. He then started to chat me up, like wanting to know what music I listened too, etc. After buying the socks I went on Fear Factory's web site just to make sure that it was the same guy. Yep, there he was, the guy that I saw at the Sock Man, who looked like every other guy with long black hair on St. Mark's Place. Made me think of Moby's song, We Are All Stars. Because stars can blend right in, especially in St. Mark's, NYC.

This ain't no fucking around

This ain't no fucking around- those are the words uttered by Frank Black in the Pixies' song, Planet of Sound- and also my dear friend Kevin's favorite quote of the night. Kevin, Mike, and I drove all the way to Camden, NJ to see the Pixies. Camden was reported recently as the worst crime ridden city in the U.S. It surpassed Detroit which came in second. Now, being a city girl/New Yorker, I've been to a lot of rough hoods- but this place looked like shit. And yet, the Tweeter Center is its own entity and last night it housed one of the best concerts I've seen in a while. This Pixies fucking rocked. I am soooo greatful for having seen them. Its shows like this make life worth living. This is why I take shit from work. Its not because I love my job- its because I need the money to go to CONCERTS. Because I need the money to TRAVEL to these CONCERTS. These shows are my church ceremonies. My music is my savior. Praise the Pixies!

Unfortunately, at 2am after the show I got lost trying to find my way home. Mike was tired and I think wanted to strangle me, though he won't admit it. But I figured it out after two detours where we enjoyed the creepy jasony wooden scenery of New Jersey. We made it home at 3:45 am. I went to sleep still high on the music. Yeah, this ain't no fucking around.