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But I hope for your sake you don't really cry everytime you hear this song. That sounds emotionally exhausting.

it is exhausting, but honestly, i try not to pay attention to the lyrics when i want to avoid blubbering like an idiot. but they're not sad tears, they're the happy tears that come with hearing such truth and beauty, and I always feel better afterwards.

his love ones his family his community his world I think this song speaks to all of these people past and present.

exactly. family writ large.

i'm looking forward to some kind of death metal/electronica/tin pan alley hybrid

Do you not often see similarities in the faces of family members?

Our faces stitched in sewing

Our houses hemmed into homes

During the British Open they were plugging these hardcore.

The British Open was about as exciting as golf can be on TV, which ain't saying much I know, but i found myself looking forward to the commercial breaks to get another 30 seconds of that sweet Wilco juice for my soul. Even if it was the same commercial I saw 30 munutes earlier. Didn't matter, it was just as sweet the second and third and fourth time.

The end result of watching all these Wilco commercials was the wife and I deciding we would look at VW's when it comes time to get a new car. So there you go. Wilco makes me want to buy cars.

Jack is a rock genius, but honestly, I think having no bass player is a gimmick and they would sound even better if they had one.

The Lonely 1

Say You Miss Me

My Darling

We're Just Friends

At Least That's What You Said

sappy lyrics and shopworn musical cliches

I think this is Wilco's masterpiece. If I was to pick one song to show somebody what Wilco was all about, this would be it.

I think the song is about family, and how modern-day alienation impacts our relationship with family and loved ones. With T.S. Eliot taking a bow in the wings....filing into tight lines, ordinary beehives, no current through the water wire, in the dirt and the dust.....classic imagery from a classic theme. But updated for post-modern family life, including teenage melodramatics ("the door screams i hate you hanging around my blue jeans"), and the cold anonymity of technology ("trying to be thankful our stories fit into phones").

In the end, there are no certainties, even with loved ones, and we are left wondering, worrying, and quietly asking to be loved. That last verse is so achingly beautiful, and so beautifully human, and I cry every time I hear it.

And then there's the incredible arrangement and musicianship of this piece, not just the three sections, but the brilliant transitions between the sections. The middle section, with its power and virtuosity, should startle being sandwiched between the softer sections, but it never does because those transition sections are so skillful, meshing what comes before with what comes after. Being a Cline/Tweedy composition, I'm guessing that these transitions, with which the song would not work without, are the contributions of Mr. Cline. Plus that unfuckingbelievable guitar solo. What a song.

I think the opening track was selected as such not to fuck with the fans, but rather to give the finger to rock critics. I think he did the same thing with the opening tracks of AGIB and YHF too.

...from which the band only played three songs at a concert I saw last week. Which is not nearly enough. I found myself hankerin for this particular album after the concert was over.

will take about five years to really "get"

took me about five years to really "get"

If there is a more self-absorbed wanker than Strombo in Canadian broadcasting, it is Jian (formerly known as John) Ghomeshi. Every second of their broadcasts is a "look at me and how cute and clever I am" moment.

The Nels/Pat, face-to-face, duelling guitars on the Hoodoo Voodoo closer was worth the price of admission alone. This is the greatest rock and roll band on the planet, and they will always put on a great show, but I thought Jeff seemed a bit tired tonight, and, other than Walken, some of the SBS stuff came off a little flat to me. Other highlights for me were: the brilliant Sunken Treasure opener, Handshake Drugs always kicks a Wilco concert into another gear, Hummingbird is a real crowd pleaser, ITMWLY has never sounded tighter to me, it seemed to cook more than it ever did, and of course Ashes reaches the very core of my being. A typically wonderful evening with Wilco.

I think Wilco would play the hell out of The Beatles' "I Dig A Pony" from Let It Be.... or maybe "Helter Skelter"...

I can hear them rippin up Hey Bulldog.

Whoever said Elvis Costello first wins...his songs would be too perfect for them.

Agreed. "Deep Dark Truthful Mirror" would fit in nicely with the SBS soul vibe.

My favourite Wilco song to have sex to is Misunderstood, preferably a live version with over 300 "nothings". A very existential experience.

Not sure if this has been posted yet....From Tiny Mix Tapes:

VW:

i've got love for the drone, though i don't always listen to all of it. i'd prefer it if more tones and textures emerged from it over its duration. its length and the way it contrasts with the rest of the songs gives the album a unique shape.

 

the noise at the end of handshake drugs is really beautiful.

 

a ghost is born is truly an amazing record!

 

I agree with all of this. But there's no denying that the drone and the noise antagonizes a lot of people.

I always saw the drone as Tweedy's way of giving the finger to idiot rock critics who always misinterpreted Wilco. And also as a bit of an antagonistic challenge to fans not to take the Wilcos for granted. I think the minute of noise at the end of Handshake Drugs and the five unneccessary extra minutes of Spiders also fulfilled these functions. Let's not forget JT was in a very different space than he is now. Without these antagonistic elements i think AGIB would be one of the greatest albums of all time, instead of merely a great album, IMO.

According to Soundscan, SBS is #9 in Canada, but #4 in Toronto. We love our Wilcos here.

http://jam.canoe.ca/Music/Charts/ALBUMS.html

In fact, I find it more disturbing that a band with such a large fan base would choose to sell themselves for commercial usage. I could understand if they were a new band, just starting out, attempting to get their foot in the door. But they are not, not only do they have their foot firmly in the door

Whether you chose to believe it or not

This is one brilliant record.

She's streaming it at http://www.myspace.com/feist

Every track is strong except for the very last one.

She is a true original. There is nobody on the planet who sounds like her. Like SBS, it shows how you can be accessible without compromising a shred of artistic integrity.

I think it's called Kamera because it's not a real camera he's talking about. When he says he needs a kamera to remind him what lies he's been hiding, what echoes belong, he's not talking about a Nikon, he's talking about memory and self-reflection.