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Here's one I really wish I could have gotten to, just to check out what I'm sure was probably a pretty unique and picturesque venue. I've noticed that this place has had quite a summer concert calendar this year, so Wilco wasn't breaking ground by playing there but I'm sure it was still pretty memorable to play in an orchard setting. Anyway, apparently this place is close enough to Syracuse to warrant a review by at least one Syracuse media outlet (which, among other things, reported that the setlist included Sky Blue Sky, which according to Wilcoworld, it actually did not. If I had to guess,

Wasn't able to get to Ommegang this time, unfortunately. Heard from a friend that a good time was had and post-show fireworks were also a thing. More thoughts/reports/etc., welcome, obviously... According to Wilcoworld, here was the setlist (notations and encore break are my assumptions based on other shows): Handshake Drugs I Am My Mother Cruel Country I Am Trying To Break Your Heart Hints War On War If I Ever Was A Child Via Chicago> Many Worlds (coda only) At Least That's What You Said Story To Tell Hummingbir

Once again, early travel prevents me from attempting a more complete recounting of events during Wilco's first full-band headlining show in Montréal in quite some time (I'll have to research later, though I'm sure someone can figure it out). But suffice it to say, it was great to see the band in the confines of a relatively small indoor club again — and this particular one, née Métropolis, has a lot of personal memories and meaning for me — so a fun time was had by all. And it was of course great to see more than a couple of familiar faces, including a few of this city's most longstanding and

A personal dream bill of mine — albeit in not exactly a personal dream venue, but you can't have it all — with Kathleen Edwards and Bahamas preceding Wilco in the familiar and giant shed-like confines of the Budweiser Stage. So I had to make it if at all possible, and thanks to the usual flight delays and Covid confusion...well, I barely did by the early 6 p.m. start of Edwards' set. Again, just posting the setlist for now as travel insanity prevents more commentary for the moment...will hopefully circle back. Here was the complete setlist, as played (didn't get a look

Had quite a drive to get to this show at the relatively new Live Nation shed in downtown Indy, so a recap of the proceedings will have to wait a bit, but I will get to it... For now, here was the complete setlist as played (it appears that Red-Eyed and Blue and Outtasite were on the printed list I saw — albeit with Red-Eyed listed *after* I Got You — but weren't played): I Am My Mother Cruel Country I Am Trying To Break Your Heart Hints War On War Handshake Drugs If I Ever Was A Child Via Chicago> Many Worlds (coda only) S

I wasn't able to make it out to Nebraska in person for this new festival that Wilco headlined, but input from anyone who was there is welcome...

Probably should've just sucked it up and tried to write something last night when I got to my lodging, but failing that and having to hit the road again pretty soon, I'll surely have to revisit this and add on later. But for now, the domestic portion of Wilco's tour in support of Cruel Country kicked off tonight in the heartland and after some, uh, interesting crowd interactions during the first half of the show — more on that later — the band wound up playing a fairly longish, 2-hour, 5-minute set that featured more tunes from the new record than I feel like would maybe be part of a "normal"

Guess no one started a thread for this one. Oops. If only for record-keeping purposes, then...I'll fill in the setlist later.

Pretty sure she was referring to former SA drummer Jamey Barnard, fwiw. Sadly I never got to go to Lounge Ax (top five regret!), so I wasn't familiar with the wooden animals! Anyway, here's a short bio of Souled American for the uninitiated. Clearly an influence on Jeff.

Better late than never! I did, thanks! And finally got this last recap written. Hope to see you again soon!

Wasn't there myself, but just for record-keeping purposes, here's...something. Following a week of touring around northern and central Europe (and a day in the UK), then another week touring around Spain, Wilco trekked all the way from Madrid back to somewhere in the middle of The Netherlands for this 75-minute set on the first night of the Down The Rabbit Hole Festival. Apparently the band was supposed to play this festival on the first day of the 2020 edition — July 3, 2020, to be exact — but we all know how everything after March of that year turned out. This time a

Haha, you weren't supposed to see the post until it was done! But I should have known that Uncle Albert never rests...

Yes, indeed. There were definitely some flamenco handclaps...but the Madrileños weren't necessarily biting! Or only half-heartedly, at least.

Thanks for sharing your experience of being there. Too bad it wasn't more of an energetic show, but that does makes me even more glad I decided to skip Frankfurt. I generally don't mind the mix of standing vs. sitting shows — though obviously the former are always better IMHO — but I just wish they would change the setlist more to fit the room. Like, if they're going to play these very formal places, then play some more of the songs you wouldn't ordinarily play in an outdoor, festival-type setting, you know? Just a thought...

Hey hey hey...it's (very svelte and certainly not in need of Noom or any of that nonsense) Albert, Having perhaps unfortunately re-entered the boundaries of the cruel country we call Los Estados Unidos approximately a week ago now, I am finally here to submit my firsthand report as it concerns the final show of Wilco's recent jaunt around the Iberian peninsula. Did you believe I wouldn't actually get around to recounting said show? I wouldn't blame you. Does anyone, even your decidedly streamlined and non-obese self, care at this point? Highly unlikely. And yet here I am, because t

Hail to the Tatlock, Oh, Uncle Albert! You won't believe what we accomplished on our first full day in Madrid. We managed to visit not one, not two, but three museums between about 11 a.m. and 4 p.m., and all for the price of free (OK, I paid a small price for one of them because I felt kind of guilty...but my two colleagues managed the gratis trifecta)! The first of these was to take in an exhibition about the history of comics in both Europe and the USA. Near the end of that exhibit, we came across a room that featured some examples of feminist comics and there was a publication

Not as many as you might think! Darn terrorists...

A proposition for Señor Tatlock, with apologies to P. Simon: I shall be your bodyguard, you can be my long-lost pal, you can call me Betty and when I call you, I shall call you...well, you know. Just as suddenly as we received the sad news shortly before showtime some days ago in San Sebastián that Mr. Nels would be absent for some shows due to testing positive for Covid-19, we also received joyous word not long before tonight's gig in Murcia that he would return to the stage. And indeed there he was at the Plaza De Toros, like he never left. I'm happy to report that, and also to r

Brilliant work by all you guys! Flipping through that gallery was like going back to that weekend again, and also realizing how much I missed!

My fondest Uncle Albert (or is it Admiral Halsey), Greetings from Valencia, or rather some sort of municipality called Burjassot in the greater Valencia metro area that apparently has at least some form of its own government. This could be significant because should Mr. Jeff or any of the Wilcos somehow turn up missing over the remainder of their Spanish tour, I would definitely recommend sending a search party directly to Burjassot. After all, upon hearing a cacophony of cheering following the band's main set tonight, Jeff re-emerged with his bandmates for the encore, surveyed the

It’d be awfully nice to have my own tour bus to hide these sorts of shenanigans from the general public, but I’m sure you would find me out anyway, Mr. Tatty McTatTat.

Thanks for being my editor, Cris! I didn’t know that about olé vs. oeee either. I made the correction in my post. It was fun to get to spend some time with your friends and family! You are the mayor of Barcelona.

O Tatlock My Tatlock, Well, what can I say? Barcelona always turns out for Wilco, and tonight was no exception. As I think I mentioned in yesterday's missive, I attended the band's first headlining tour of Spain back in 2005 (consisting of four shows). But Jeff and Co. actually first performed on Spanish soil the year prior when they played a headlining set at the 2004 Primavera Sound festival in Barcelona, which actually was the third show ever with the current six-piece lineup after Nels and Pat officially joined the band that month and played that pair of debut gigs at Otto's in

How do the Welsh rate in terms of cleanliness, in your estimation? Are there also “great unwashed” in Cardiff? Watch yerself now…

To Tatlock: A postcard from Zaragoza — that's th-air-ah-goth-ah for us non-brutes, I believe — where Wilco played its second show of this Spanish tour without the esteemed and beloved guitarist Nels, who remained in Covid quarantine after his unfortunate positive test the other day. Jeff's final words to the audience as he departed the stage tonight, in fact, were something to the effect of, "Go give Nels your love." But more on that in a bit... I won't go too deep into my personal recollections — or lack thereof — of Zaragoza, but I realized that this was actually the