In late summer of 2010, beloved indie-rock giants Pavement began their long-anticipated reunion tour, slowly making their way across Europe toward a string of September dates on Central Park’s SummerStage. I was 28 and everyone I knew couldn’t stop talking about it. In my tiny corner of Greenpoint, Brooklyn, my friends and I started a joke where we would walk into a party and whisper, “We’ve got 10 minutes tops” and then wait. Inevitably, long before the cutoff time, someone would mutter “Pavement” or “Stephen Malkmus.” Every. Single. Time. And so it became known: If you hung out with music dudes, you were going to have to hear about Pavement.
Let’s review some of the press around that long-awaited reunion tour. Pitchfork led with the headline “Holy Shit! Pavement Reunion Is Real,” and Rolling Stone declared “It’s Official: Pavement Tour Exceeds All Expectations” once they saw the show. As the tour got underway, Chuck Klosterman even labeled them, “Greatest. Indie-est. Band. Ever.”
In other words 2010 was not the year to admit that you weren’t a Pavement fan. And guess what? I wasn’t a Pavement fan. In fact, I’d never really given Pavement much of a listen. I’d maybe heard a Jicks album or two, and after watching people lose their shit over these guys for an entire year, I was over it.