Ship me off to the glue factory. The Breeders' Last Splash is 20 years old.
Kim considered herself a guitarist first and foremost. She'd been playing since she was 11, but shortly after she moved to Boston in her mid-20s, she tried out for a band called Pixies whose two current members suggested she learn bass. All the better that she'd never played one before; the Boston Phoenix classified ad she'd answered had said, "Please, no chops." They asked Kelley to be the drummer but she didn't feel like leaving Dayton, so she said no. For the next seven years, Kim sang backup and played bass in the Pixies, but mostly she was cool for a living. The kind of cool that people mythologize in songs years later. The kind of cool that dominoes immeasurably: in the same way that we'll never know exactly how many babies are on this earth because of Sade, we will never know how many girls picked up bass guitars and started bands because of Kim Deal's grinning, invitingly normal, yes-even-you-can-do-this-too charm. It was the kind of cool that irrevocably scrambles people's ideas of what cool actually is. "Kim would come straight from work, so she had skirt-suits and office pumps on a lot," recalled Tanya Donelly, then of Throwing Muses, who accompanied Pixies on their first European tour. "So many people in [the Boston scene were] trying to look cool, and meanwhile the coolest person there is dressed like a secretary. I have to say, in a day it changed my perception of what was cool."