nick lowe opened. he sang beautiful songs like a troubadour he serenaded us. he sang alison. he played what’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding. he played beautiful new songs. he claimed his voice was a bit croaky but it was beautiful and buttery good pipes he was elegant and lovely
wilco played really loud in boston last night my 15-year old did her first school night concert with her parents no less she is tired and grumpy but beautiful so pretty and full of piss and vinegar
they get carried away with just being boys on stage every boy’s hard rock guitar solo jam fantasy not my cuppa (tea) but i sort of get it because you are boys
yes they are a white band with a white sound and you can’t really dance unless you are the big-headed stoner who stood up through almost the whole concert blocking everyone’s view sit down and gave me the finger
i think of that guy and even feel sorry for him because those who can do, those who can’t play air guitar (if you use that, please credit me, but it’s so obvious maybe it’s been said before)
this new song rocks out not so much with its cock out i’d save that expression for other bands and other songs like led zeppelin in my time of dying but it rocks out nonetheless in a good wilco way eff the critics and only their old stuff was good when jeff was using drugs see forward he’s an innovator peeps
tweedy says that was influenced by ed herself he sang another new folksy one with lyrics about his dad i wish i could remember how it goes we had crappy seats but i bought them the day after they went on sale and almost sold out by then loyal fans
rare:
[props to pt dismal who unknowingly inspired me to write without caps] i think i like it the i s are the hardest punctuation would be even harder to let go of but who says i can’t experience new forms of writing look it’s not poetry but i’m trying
to break your heart
I would throw myself underneath the wheels of your train of thought
i ♥ tweedy
twinklysparkles 
hi twink,
thanks for the props–i never get props so this is very exciting for me.
hey, that’s a good song and a good video to boot. i like all the guitar porn in it. i think they flashed two quick images of don rickles and bob newhart–what’s up that?
i stopped following jeff and co after yhf cause i thought they were getting too noodly, and then all the rehab introspection and such. but the more recent stuff sounds good. maybe i will purchase a ceedee (unless they’re releasing a cassette version, that would be cool).
you guys go to a lot of wilco shows. what is the name for such fans? wilcheads? wilcoholics? wilcsters?
rock on.
ptd
pt, I hadn’t watched the vid too carefully, but now I did as your comment piqued my interest. It’s like the house and yard we drive by up in Truro Mass on Rte 6A in Cape Cod. The house has all manner of crap everywhere, so much you can’t catch it all. We drive by and everyone says what he/she saw. A red white and blue pinwheel, a pink flamingo, a white picket fence, you get the picture. There were a lot of things in that video and probably a subliminal message to get us to like the fucking song.
i was born to die alone
I like that line but I don’t agree with it, already with the Sacred Harp music we hear this sentiment except if we have Jesus.
Your knowledge of Wilco is greater than mine. I am not actually too familiar with their complete oeuvre and I have only seen them 2ce which hardly counts as a lot in my book. I don’t know what you’d call me, then, but even if I make it to more shows in the future, probably just a tweed-i-nator.
Ciao! twinkly