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When the Pixies were added to the bill of the RCHP megagig in Dublin, there was never really any doubt that I would be going. Sure, I hummed and hawed about how I hadn’t really enjoyed the last big outdoor music event I’d went to and cash and travel logistics. But, in the end, this was probably the last time I’d ever get to see the band that had endured most for me over the last ten years.

Bluegerm cracked a couple of days beforehand and booked a ticket. All in all, about fifteen to twenty people I knew made there way up from Limerick or Kerry. Of course, we couldn’t resist the temptation of a pint or seven the night before and I awoke the next morning in a very foul mood. In the half hour before we left to catch the bus I wolfed down half a jug of coffee and an Ann’s Deli jumbo breakfast roll (white pudding, black pudding -that’s blood pudding for my American pals -, sausage, bacon and eggs crammed into a bagette. Yummy.

Ten minutes later, suprise suprise, I’m asking the bus driver to stop and puking my ring up by the side of the road. The rest of the trip up was just as bad. The fucking retard driver stopped in the wrong reststop and we had to idle in the middle of the motorway for 30 minutes while the other buses caught up with us. When we eventually got to the Phoenix Park, it took a half an hour to park. There was lots of swearing on that trip.

So we had missed the first act, the Hot House Flowers; and that suited everybody just fine as Groove Armada were on in twenty minutes. Unfortunately, I and most of the crowd hadn’t realised that as the Phoenix Park is the largest park in Europe (or some such shit), there was a further 30 mins to walk to the actual venue.

I got past security about three tunes into Groove Armada’s set. I spent a lot of time settling down and finding a place during their set but it was quite decent. A full band, two vocalists and an extended version of Superstylin’ is a pretty alright on a hot summer’s day. I will say seeing them DJ in Dolan’s was more enjoyable, though.

I hummed along to the Thrills but in reality I spent most of the time talking to people and trying to find everybody amongst the 100, 000 plus there. My friend had driven up from Limerick but had forgot her tickets, poor lass. She didn’t get in for a few hours. I had a pint and felt a little dizzy straight away, probably because of the heat. I’d arrived there pretty much exhausted.

We all tried to push our way up when the Pixies came on. We ended up in front of the second battery of speakers about 100 yards in front of the stage with a fairly unimpeded view of the big screen and no view of the little far off rock gods onstage.

The Pixies were never ones for publicitly shots and I hadn’t a clear idea of what any of them looked like except Kim Deal, who smiles a lot (Uzi later remarked that she was probably on something). Frank Black is a barrel of man, sweating, snarling and screaming his way through one tune after the next. Some crazy Dublin guy in front of us let off a fire extingusher off into the crowd as the band tore through most of Doolittle and a smattering from the other albums and b-sides.They were fucking loud and the PA cut out to around 50% volume a couple times, luckily for only a few seconds.

Black launched into a blistering version of “Tame” and the PA stopped co-operating. I’d like to believe that Frank’s scream did the bad thing to this monster soundsystem (mang), so that’s exactly what I’m going to believe. As soon as they left the speakers howled and crackled at earspitting frequencies and the crowd held their heads.

The Chilli’s took the stage at around 30-40% of the volume of the Pixies. My brother, who had driven up, said he wasn’t going to stick around for the headliners as he had seen what he’d wanted. About four of us cut and ran and left early in his car.

The place sucked as a venue, putting 100, 000 + people into one flat field means that a lot of people felt removed from the experience. Also, the P.A outages which only had a minor effect on the Pixies act lasted for the first half an hour of the RCHP set, so I’m told. But worth it for the Pixies.

Sky News carries an interesting story this morning. It seems a certain fellow, who I’ll refer to as Some Puerto Rican Guy was a suspect in the murder of a nice white 16 year old girl. Tsk, typical. Some Puerto Rican Guy has the balls to plead not guilty and says he took his 6 year old to see a major league baseball game at the time the murder occured. He produced ticket stubs and his daughter testified to that effect. Still, he spent 5 and half months in jail and faced the death penalty.

Enter Larry David, who had filmed a few scenes for an episode of Curb Your Enthusaism on the same evening and was requested by Some Puerto Rican Guy’s attorney for the footage they had shot. Sure enough, in the top right of one of the crowd shots, there’s Some Puerto Rican Guy and his Puerto Rican daughter!

“I got to one of the scenes, and there is my client sitting in a corner of the frame eating a hot dog with his daughter,” Melnik said. “I nearly jumped out of my chair and said, ‘There he is!”‘

The tapes had time codes that allowed Melnik to find out exactly when Catalan was at the ballpark. Melnik also obtained cell phone records that placed his client near the stadium later that night, about 20 minutes before the murder.

The attorney said it would have been impossible for Catalan to get out of the parking lot, change vehicles and clothing and play with his daughter as well as kill Puebla during that span.

IS YOUR NAME JOSE?! OF COURSE IT’S POSSIBLE! EVEN IF IT WASN’T HE’S GUILTY OF SOMETHING, JACKASS.