Dude

the parts I remember seem decent enough...

It's okay. We can start a club er something.

I know she

He showed me his Les Paul. I'm such a fan boy.

Wasn't his response "I don't know any Radiohead songs"? As in he didn't know how to play 'em on guitar?

I'm the funky QB known as McMahon... (don't remember what follows...)

I think you speak for everyone.

Hearing Tweedy rap "It's Gary here, I'm Mr. Clean! They call me hit man, don't know what they mean!" woulda made the night though.

It'd be incredibly cool if you could distribute a hi-res scan of this.

You partied with Tweedling's nose Sat. night and Sunday???

All this talk of getting old It's getting me down my love Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown This time I'm comin' down And I hope you're thinking of me As you lay down on your side Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again But I know I'm on a losing streak 'Cause I passed down my old street And if you wanna show, then just let me know And I'll sing in your ear again Now the drugs don't work They just make you worse But I know I'll see your face again 'C

Oh, I was talking about mine. I think we were a little too close to that microphone though.

Talked to Nate later. He indeed nearly peed on himself when he heard Jeff playing it.

It was your request, wasn't it?

He shortchanged us on a performance of Lick My Love Pump tho'.

She used to work in a diner Never saw a woman look finer I used to order just to watch her float across the floor She grew up in a small town Never put her roots down Daddy always kept movin', so she did too. Somewhere on a desert highway She rides a Harley-Davidson Her long blonde hair flyin' in the wind She's been runnin' half her life The chrome and steel she rides Collidin' with the very air she breathes The air she breathes. You know it ain't easy You got to hold on She was an unknown legend in her time Now she's dressin' two kids Lookin' for a magic kiss She gets the far-away look in

Nah, it was requested but he didn't play it. Just made it onto his music stand. And that poster's amazing, dude.

also Laminated Kat / Not for the Season IATTBYH I Can't Keep from Talking How to Fight Loneliness John Wesley Harding Say You Miss Me What's the World Got in Store Dear Employer Edie's beauteous crib was the perfect place to have a living room show, Jeff-Tweedy-getting-caught-in-the-line-to-the-bathroom notwithstanding. Leigh and Edie are a couple of brave souls for organizing this thing against all odds, conventional wisdom and common sense. I personally didn't think it was possible. But I've been wrong once or twice before. It was great meeting all you fringe VCers who lurk for years

Stir it up little darlin', stir it up Come on, baby Come on and stir it up little darlin', stir it up It's been a long, long time, yeah Since I got you on my mind. Now you are here it's so clear There's so much we could do, baby Just me and you Come on and stir it up; ..., little darlin' Stir it up; come on, baby Come on and stir it up, yeah Little darlin', stir it up I'll push the wood then I blaze ya fire Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire Said, I stir it every every minute All you got to do, baby Is keep it in Stir it up Oh, little darlin' Stir it up Come on and stir it up Little

sometimes I walk around town looking at faces wonderin why their bodies go to silly places walkin past the carpet mills looking in and takin stills your ass it draws me in like a Bermuda highway oh, don't carve me out don't let your silly dreams fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall two times I fell asleep in a dirty basement snoozing in cobwebs and the cement sometimes I wonder why that meek guy got all the fame maybe i'm to blame for his short bitter fucked up life don't carve me out don't let your silly dreams fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall

I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed a girl by the factory wall Dirty old town Dirty old town Clouds a drifting across the moon Cats a prowling on their beat Spring's a girl in the street at night Dirty old town Dirty old town Heard a siren from the docks Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the smoky wind Dirty old town Dirty old town I'm going to make me a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire Will chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town Dirty old town I met my love by the gas works wall Dreamed a dream

The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. The cracked bells and washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn, But it

rock chick SAB:

So, so you think you can tell heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, How I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year. Running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.