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Honestly I'm not really sure how to report on this show except that it was, well, weird. Not that the vast majority of the attendees probably noticed anything super out of the ordinary, but this is where if you've seen the band more than a handful of times, you could probably tell that something was up. And if you've seen Jeff and Co. as much as this correspondent has, well, you pretty much know that things aren't quite right. The first clue was that Jeff came out wearing his Daniel Johnston baseball cap and kept it firmly on his head throughout the night, except when doffing it to

I wasn't able to make it to Wilco's lone 2023 date in Portugal after all, but it looks like they had about a 75-minute slot on the Vodafone stage from 11 p.m.-12:30 a.m., just before Day 4 headliner Lorde closed out the four-day festival. By all means, please chime in if anyone was there and has any details or observations to add. Fortunately, the good folks at Wilcoworld have provided the following setlist report: Spiders (Kidsmoke) I Am My Mother Cruel Country Handshake Drugs I Am Trying To Break Your Heart Random Name Generator Hummingbi

Wish I could, but I gotta catch (two) flights to Galicia! No rest for the harried correspondencia.

Yeah, I think some of the more hardcore Spanish fans were hoping for at least that one. But Glenn or Nels, I forget who, said on a local Catalan news story about the band that they didn't plan to play any of the Cousin songs until the record was actually out. To me, it's kind of funny that Jeff shared so many new, unreleased songs on the Tweedy Show, which I commented on at least once, but he said his stance at the time was, "Well, I don't know when — or if — I'll ever get to play them, so why not?" But since the pandemic times have ended and things have somewhat gone back to norma

Well I guess at this point in Wilco's touring history, it wouldn't be a proper Spanish tour without a show in a bullfighting ring, right? And for good measure, they may as well be in relatively tertiary markets, too. Last year, the band played just such a gig in Murcia. This year's edition took place about an hour's drive away in the very steamy southern coastal city of Alicante, in a setting that was almost a carbon copy of the one from Murcia. While I don't think you could describe this show as particularly well attended — if they sold more than 1,200 tickets, I'd be surprised —

Takes one to know one!

I drove in Iceland!

Well, there ain't (de) nada otra persona apparently.

In the interest of full disclosure, until a few weeks ago, I completely intended to skip tonight's show at the scenic Starlite Occident complex in the hills above Marbella. There were several reasons for that, including the odd routing of this gig vis a vis the one before and the one after it as well as the advance word I had received from my local sources about the general vibe of this concert series, but ultimately I'm glad I was able to make the little bit of extra effort required to get there. A little peek behind the curtain, perhaps, but typically I don't like to rent cars wh

Circling back, at long last, to try and recount a delightful late afternoon and evening spent in the holiday beach town of Sant Feliu de Guíxols, which is about an hour's drive from Barcelona on the beautiful Costa Brava... We arrived in time to head to the city center and have a look at the charming beachfront and harbor area as well as a quick drink at a nearby café, but then it was time to head a bit further inland to the Porta Ferrada complex where the 61st edition of its summer series of concerts was taking place. The sprawling complex featured two sides, essentially — one wit

Second stop for the band on Euro tour '23 was a Spanish festival in Aranda de Duero, near Burgos. The Wilcomen evidently had time for just a short set, playing second fiddle to a famed Spanish duo called Amaral, who were celebrating their 25th anniversary. Thanks again to the Wilcoworld authorities for the following setlist: Handshake Drugs I Am My Mother Cruel Country I Am Trying To Break Your Heart If I Ever Was A Child Hummingbird Misunderstood Love Is Everywhere (Beware) Bird Without A Tail/Base Of My Skull Impossible Ger

Well I can assure you I wasn't at this kickoff show of Wilco's 2023 European run, which was apparently a 90-minute set in a parking lot (Grote Kaai) in Flanders as part of the 10-day Lokerse Feesten festival. I cannot provide any more details about the set, except to say that Jeff and Co. were scheduled to play on the creatively titled Main Stage from 21:45-23:15, following someone called Sylvie Kreusch and before a band called Balthazar. (Actually now that I think of it, I might follow someone on Instagram who was randomly at this show and made a comment about the stage being really high...so

Once again, don't really have time right now to get into the nitty gritty (or lack thereof) in tonight's show, but suffice it to say Jeff seemed to be enjoying himself and in pretty casual mode overall as he performed to a decent-sized, but not sold-out crowd at the quaint Stiefel Theatre in downtown Salina. For one night, Jeff didn't even mention his hip trouble, laughed at himself on more than one occasion when he struggled through the chords on Kamera and generally had a good time bantering with the receptive audience. More when I get a chance, but I should note that this will p

When I saw that this show sold out so quickly (within a day or two, if I'm not mistaken), I was a little surprised since Jeff's solo acoustic shows haven't usually moved quite so fast — even one in his quasi-hometown. But when I stepped into The Sheldon's intimate Concert Hall, which struck me as sort of a cross between a collegiate lecture hall and a chapel, I understood why. I don't have time right now to get into the relative intimacy of the venue and how that may and may not have contributed to the overall vibe of the show, but fortunately, the crowd was respectful in general but not overl

It’s just through the regular event page on Ticketmaster. You basically have to just obsessively refresh and get lucky. If something comes open, then you just buy it like any other ticket. It seems like most of the Tweedy tix I heard popping up were within a day or two of the show (or even a few hours before), which I assume happens when people’s plus-ones or whatever can’t make it or they release a few holds. Good luck!

I got shut out of the lottery as well, but got lucky through other avenues like a few other folks. There was a fan exchange platform that I know a couple people got in through day of show. Guess you just had to be determined and willing/able to take it down to the last minute…

OK everybody, straighten up. Don't slouch. Tatlock, tuck in your shirt and come here and let me do something about that cowlick! We might have a guest at any time in the form of a slightly grizzled singer-songwriter who has stopped by briefly to take the pulse of his audience. After all if there was a Web site where people discussed you and your work, where you could go anonymously and check out what people are saying, wouldn't you at least visit from time to time? All of which is to say, welcome Jeff. (Or welcome back; maybe you never left.) Every now and then a comment made in pa

Wow, thanks for calling my one-paragraph lede "great." Haha, I will write some more that hopefully passes as at least fair to middling... As for questions about the setlist, I always chuckle a bit to myself when people request "the setlist" at Jeff's solo shows because he usually just has a list of songs up there that presumably he feels comfortable playing on any given night. But it's not like he's following a set script. I think he's genuinely trying to feel out the room and the audience and then what he wants to play. That's my understanding of it, anyway. Sometimes he just gets

Whaaaaaaat, Jeff Tweedy played four different solo acoustic shows in a tertiary outpost — Brooklyn, I think it was called — just to warm up for this single set in our nation's capital (that everyone could freely purchase tickets to attend without going through a lottery)? Oh, Brooklyn is more of a "quartiary" (quaternary?) market? Hey, Jeff said it...I didn't. During that same bit of bantering about his run-up of shows leading to tonight's 9:30 gig, Jeff joked that what he was playing "are the songs that went over really well in Brooklyn." He had also joked on the final night in B

Hold on now, Nigel Tufnel entered the match?!? https://youtu.be/TJL942hg0uM

Ah, Tatlock...that's for you to decide.

Four 90-minute shows in five days, no repeated songs! Standing up the whole time, despite a defective hip socket (or two?) causing a painful, uh, bone on bone situation! Playing not one, but two different 12-string guitars! While juggling a ball in one hand! OK, just kidding about the juggling! But really, what can that Jeff Tweedy not do? At one point during tonight's fourth and final solo outing in Brooklyn, whilst musing on how the run of shows had gone and why he had ended up doing four completely unique sets, even Jeff had to concede that it was "pretty crazy" that he hadn't p

If this really was "an epic show," as Jeff paused to observe late in his third of four solo acoustic performances at Brooklyn Made this week, then it'll be pretty interesting to see what happens tonight when the run reaches its denouement. It was easy to see why Jeff said what he did when he did after an alarmed voice toward the back of the room shouted, "Jeff!" as he was nearing the end of Even I Can See. Apparently someone had passed out and the person was trying to get some help — they were quickly deemed to be fine — and Jeff didn't really stop playing for long, explaining that

OK, finally getting off my lazy ass and getting this one started. In a way, I'm glad I didn't get around to chiming in on either of Jeff's Brooklyn Made shows until now, because while there were some similarities between the two nights, the vibe of the crowd was quite different and that made for a pair of unique evenings. I've been known to remark that when it comes down to assessing a Jeff Tweedy solo acoustic show, it usually comes down to whether he's in more of a mood to play or a mood to talk — and, of course, what your preferred amount of each happens to be. But of course the

I'll get back to this in a little while, but suffice it to say that Jeff seemed to feel a bit more confident in exploring some of the dustier corners of his catalog on the second and final night of his annual charity benefit shows at the Vic Theatre (not to mention venturing into a few cracks that aren't even old enough to have picked up any cobwebs at all). The result was a performance that might have been a little lighter on the chat than Night 1, but certainly felt more like the kind of overall effort that causes people to travel in from various corners of the country and wait on the sidewa