jabboy15
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How long does the documentary go for? My local record store has the CD-only version in stock at the moment and I'm wondering if I should hold out for the deluxe package.
Are the extras worth it?
i think the documentary is worth it alone ,and it's a trip seeing footage of them playing at the 7th street entry in 85. anyone else think "touch the stars," a bonus track, is one of the better songs on the record?
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i think it's a really solid record. I wrote a review at American Songwriter:
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here's a review/essay i wrote on their new record, would love if you guys gave it a look:
http://thepretender.tumblr.com/post/6663609328/that-special-kind-of-sadness-dawes-nothing-is-wrong
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Need some help developing a kick a$$ playlist for my 4th of July party this sunday. Any suggestions would be appreciated.
Thanks!
indepedence day-bruce springsteen
independence day-elliott smith
almost independence day-van morrison
4th of july (asbury park)-bruce springsteen
for starts?
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I wouldn't want to hear someone's sh*tty cell phone recording anyway.
just found this on Youtube, almost the whole song in decent quality. pretty wonderful.
Moderator edit: removed link per Wilco and Via Chicago video policy.
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I thought a few episodes were terrible, but the one with Kris Kristofferson, Rosanne Cash and Norah Jones was very good.
over on backstreets.com, someone posted this as the alleged lineup for season 2. looks might impressive:
-- Bono, The Edge
-- Neko Case, Jesse Winchester, Sheryl Crow, Ron Sexsmith
-- Bruce Springsteen
-- Ray LaMontagne, Lyle Lovett, John Prine
-- Levon Helm, Allen Toussaint, Nick Lowe, Richard Thompson
-- Paul McCartney
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it seems like wilco's hellbent on playing larger venues with ga floors, in which case i'd rather the show just get moved next door to the xcel. if you curtain off the arena it's probably well under 10 thousand; i saw neil at a curtained off show at the xcel last year and it was great.
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sent you a pm
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from the pretender:
“There’s a war outside still raging
you say it ain’t our anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath peaceful skies in my lover’s bed
with a wide open country in my eyes
and these romantic dreams in my head”
-Bruce Springsteen, “No Surrender”
Wilco (The Album) begins with a solemn promise: stick with this record and you’ll be rewarded. Love and be loved and things will work out. The opening track, “Wilco (the song),” asks if if things are okay, because Jeff Tweedy, more than anyone, knows that the answer is probably no. “Are times getting tough? Are the roads you travel rough?” The solution? “Put on your headphones before you explode. Wilco will love you baby.” “Wilco (the song)” makes it plain and clear: things are tough. The country is in shambles, or maybe it’s already disappeared. There’s not much in the world that makes you feel good? Then put on your headphones, because Wilco (the album) will love you.
Wilco (the album) lives up to its title; it is an album in the truest sense, one in which the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Listen to “You and I,” the cuddly duet with Feist as a stand-alone track, and if you’re not in the right mood you may wonder if Jeff Tweedy has lost his mind. But after the manic bloodshed in “Bull Black Nova,” “You and I” is a sigh of relief that establishes a whole new beginning for the album. Human connection is hard, and there’s nothing adorable about a line like “however close we get sometimes, it’s like we never might.” But “You and I,” like the less-serious “Wilco (the song) is about finding solace in companionship, whether it’s your lover, friend, or maybe just a really great record. Wilco (the album) inhabits a world of isolation, chaos, murder, and disruption, and the only way to survive is to stay close to others and stick together.
In Tweedy’s modern landscape, being alone will kill you, if it hasn’t already. The narrator in “Solitaire” realizes this, but it might be too late: “took too long to think I was wrong to believe in me only.” Self-pride and solitude simply won’t cut it these days. The tenacious narrator in ”I’ll Fight,” one of the catchiest Wilco songs in recent memory, understands this, and is willing to kill and murder if it means not dying alone and unnoticed. It’s not hard to imagine the narrator in “I’ll Fight” living up to his word (“I’ll kill for you, I will”) and ending up with blood on his hands in “Bull Black Nova,” wondering if, in the end, it was even worth it. The album’s closer “Everlasting Everything” is a devotion to eternal love. “Every building built to the sky will fall. But don’t try to tell me my everlasting love is a lie.” It’s the only thing anyone can take for granted. Without everlasting love, we find out in “One Wing,” the album’s standout track, that “we can only wave goodbye.”
Jeff Tweedy’s America has gone to hell, and it might not be worth trying to fix. There are “so many wars that can’t be won” in “Wilco (the song),” and the only thing left to do is to put on a pair of headphones and drown the noisy world out for as long as possible. Thing are worse than we can even imagine in “Country Dissapeared.” The country is reduced to crushed cities left with nothing but auctioneers and helicopters, and “there’s so much we don’t understand.” But all of this turmoil is met with out a certain indifference. Perhaps there are more important things we ought to be concerned with. More important than the world coming to an end? Tweedy is outright giddy in the infectious “You Never Know,” singing “I don’t care anymore,” again and again. And so it seems, somehow, that none of this really matters.
But maybe that’s the point. A song like “Country Disapeared” could be downright tragic, or just miserably overwrought, but there’s far more joy than sadness to be found in the beautiful melodies throughout Wilco (the album). The chorus in “Country Disapeared” is a melancholy triumph: “So every evening we can watch from above/crushed cities like a bug/ fold our face’s into each other’s guts/ and turn out face up to the sun.” Faced with a crumbling world around them, the characters in Wilco (the album) need each other more than ever. If they love each other enough to look down at their dissapearing country from above, then maybe, just maybe, they can convince themselves that what they see down below isn’t real. And if it is, so long as everyone is still huddled together, they can sing out with confidence that they don’t care anymore.
“Hold out your hand,
There’s so much we don’t understand
So stick as close as you can”
Jeff Tweedy, “Country Disapeared”
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here it is, a week or two late:
if anyone wants some context, i'm a fairly recent wilco fan and this is their first release i've eagerly anticipated/got excited about. any feedback/reactions are more than welcome.
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Long story but I'm looking to trade my field ga ticket for the brooklyn show for a ga ticket in the stands. e-mail me at jabboy15@aol.com if you're interested.
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Albums of the year 2011
in Someone Else's Song
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i have to say, jonny corndawg's "down on the bikini line" is one of favorite records of the year. anyone else?