Dear Diary

August 27, 1990
We headlined the Reading Festival in England yesterday. It was utter madness. Over 50,000 fans! I don't think we will ever play for that many people again. Certainly not in America, where I guess we're doomed to obscurity.

March 13, 1992
Diary, can you keep a secret? I feel like such an awful person, but here it is: Right now I really hate Kim. I mean, tensions have been growing between us since before Bossanova -- really, I should have gone through with firing her then. Or just split up after she said onstage in London in fall 1990 that the Pixies were playing "our last show" that night.

But it's all coming to a head now. This U2 arena tour is just a total pain because people only want to see Bono and his fly shades and hear "With or Without You" for the gazillionth time. Nobody cares about Trompe Le Monde, and that bums me out. "Alec Eiffel" has these great synth wind tunnels and sounds like art-school hardcore, and there's a Jesus And Mary Chain cover on the album. The JAMC! I mean, I think it's our most polished and accessible album, and now that Nirvana and Pearl Jam are going gangbusters ... ugh. I think we need a break after this tour.

December 31, 1992
I wish I could find my phone book. I need to find a Kinko's so I can send a fax, pronto.

January 13, 1993
Oops. I guess the secret's out.

October 26, 1993
If I hear "Cannonball" on MTV or the radio again, I'm going to scream. Sigh, sorry for that negativity, Diary. Really, I'm so glad I have a viable solo career now. "Los Angeles" really took off as a single, and I already have so many ideas for a new record. In fact, you know, Diary, I can never see the Pixies reuniting again. Not for oodles of money, not for the fans, nothing. What we had was great while it lasted, and tainting that ... well, who knows what we might sound like in ten years?