To some random, made-up god of good timing and weird little pop songs. After time in the wilderness, Thompson and the remaining Pixies are able to pad their retirements with the least amount of effort possible. Fortune looks exactly like being good enough decades after you were done doing anything new. That's a kind of genius. And I'm sure the other two guys, especially the drummer, are wicked fucking psyched how it all worked out in the end.
(As always, too bad there wasn't room for another real member in the band, tho. Shattuck is not a foreboding musical innovator or anything, but as a songwriter and vocalist and band leader with a history of doing solid, enjoyable work in The Muffs, she might have been able to drag the old guys around into some interesting spaces. Maybe. Or not. Regardless, the geezers were not up it.)
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