Oh, Pavement, you quirky, nostalgic, shimmering thing of indie pop goodness. How I adored driving down Texas highways, the windows rolled down, singing along at the top of my voice. Or skipping through the Taj Mah Kroger singing “Cut Your Hair” with Dan and Tony. How much fun when that strange dude climbed into the rafters of the Galaxy Club when I saw you in Dallas in 1995. I’m still surprised by how much this band hasn’t aged sound wise since the mid-1990s.