I'm not ashamed at all. In fact she is one of the coolest indie iconoclasts I've ever met. Her sis, (the one withtout talent that is lucky the Breeders happened) well that's a whole other story.
I hold the Pixies up as high as I do the Ramones: whenever I hear 'em, I KNOW everything will be alright. Plus, the 2004 playoffs where I saw Jeff Kent bring the Astros close to the World Series and then saw Frank Black and Kim Deal slay Houston while being fed continuous shots of whiskey so I didn't murder the Killers. That ruled and I fucking despise the fat fucks in the Pixies for havin what I dont; a chin.