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Fwiw, I think he was talking about the Vic's basement (which is where the dressing rooms are) with regard to that comment before Pink Moon. But I did want to express my gratitude that he took even a little time to work on my request; even though it's pretty short, he mentioned beforehand that it's "not the easiest song to play" and that he had practiced it for "like five hours," which I think (hope) was a bit of an exaggeration. He seemed to not totally like the way it sounded through the monitors on stage, which I think precipitated that comment about it sounding "awesome" in the basement. It

Here was the complete setlist, as played: New Madrid Born Alone Bob Dylan's 49th Beard At Least That's What You Said You And I Hummingbird Radio Cure At My Window Sad And Lonely One True Vine Nothing'severgonnastandinmyway(again) Nothing Up My Sleeve (aka Anniversary) Wishful Thinking Shouldn't Be Ashamed I'm Only Sleeping [The Beatles] Pink Moon [Nick Drake] I Can't Keep From Talking Someday Soon Summer Teeth Smile [orig. composed by Charlie Chaplin [edit: w/lyrics by John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons]] The Community Song (sung twice plus once in Spanish, sort of) God [John Lennon] ("I don't

The complete setlist, as played: I'm Always In Love How To Fight Loneliness Should've Been in Love In A Future Age Muzzle Of Bees Be Not So Fearful [bill Fay] Pick Up The Change Wait Up Sky Blue Sky Hesitating Beauty If That's Alright The Community Song (sung three times) Radio King Black Eye Airline To Heaven The Ruling Class Hey Hey What Can I Do [Led Zeppelin] (partial lyrics reading, then crowd singalong) Heavy Metal Drummer Jesus, etc. California Stars ----------------------------- Casino Queen ("LouFest" arrangement) Laminated Cat (aka Not For The Season) We've Been Had Misunderstood

7, most likely.

Was anyone watching SportsCenter just now? Weird to hear Jeff's name mentioned. One of the anchors seems to be a pretty big music fan and has a standard line of "What [blank individual] is to [blank band], [blank athlete] is to [blank team]." Anyway, toward the very end of the show, he used Jeff Tweedy and Wilco for some hockey highlight, I think. Haha. Maybe it's happened before...

Figured it was coming at some point in the not-too-distant future, but still sad to hear this news . The man certainly lived quite a life. Hopefully he has a nice reunion with Woody.

Not really sure, but perhaps any similar contracts on other albums expired already? I'm not sure what the exact royalty "agreement" is, though.

As I understand it, this is exactly what they're trying to avoid (or refusing to do). The contract or whatever expires somewhat soon, though, so there's a chance those tracks could be offered at a later date FYI.

They put this out for Record Store Day last year, in an edition of 2000 (I believe). This is the first I've seen of a colored pressing, though. I've stopped playing the colored vinyl game, to some extent, but thanks for the heads up all the same. And yeah, it is the Humble Pie song...

Metaphorically speaking, right?

Just don't clap along...:-/

Usually it's GA standing room on the floor and seated in the balcony at the Vic, but for these shows, it's all general admission seated (the only division is between the "gold circle" and "regular" sections).

I don't think the show tonight will be too bad, but who knows? I don't really know how big the place is, but I did see they were offering tickets as a Reader "Real Deal" the other day, so maybe they're not selling that well?

Well, hope to see you tonight. That Molina show is sold out, FYI, so hopefully you got a ticket! I think I'm gonna try to make it to Robbie's show on Monday as well; been too long for me.

I think the SNL tickets/backstage tour were donated by Cecily, in part because she couldn't make it to the show (Tim Robinson and Tami Sagher also couldn't make it because of travel snafus). The winner does have to cover his own transportation costs to/from NYC, though. But very cool that the winner was the first guy in line; he was sitting literally right next to my friend and I!

Yeah, I think I'm gonna check it out. As I told you, I've been wanting to at least check out the venue. Dick has been on the Wilco road crew for the past few years, and is a very good singer-songwriter in his own right. Hope to see you there, but I'll understand if you take a pass...

Not sure of an exact set time for the AD, Lou, but I saw that the second band posted they're on at 9:15 sharp so maybe that helps a little? Maybe around 10:15 for AD? Also if you get a chance to go, try to check out the first artist on the bill, Dick Prall, who in addition to being good is also a member of the Wilco "family."

I don't pretend to even be able to guess at what goes on inside Jeff's head, but I would say don't put too much stock into what he said (or sort of said) about Uncle Tupelo reuniting. From what I jotted down, that little discussion of why do bands even break up when they just reunite like two years later came toward the end of the show, during one of several extended, rambling digressions. There was some mention of the Replacements by the "drunk" lady in the front row, and my recollection was that when Jeff was asked about Uncle Tupelo, he said something like, "Sure, that'd be fun. ... Let's s

Well, I guess my work here is done...

Happened to see this article on opening act Andrew Orvedahl posted recently, and thought it was moderately interesting. Always tough to be an opening act, especially doing a different thing than what the headliner does. Sounds like that one guy in the KC crowd was pretty douche-y. The perils of opening for Jeff Tweedy in Kansas City Denver comedian Andrew Orvedahl takes on a heckler in Chiefs territory By David Accomazzo Photo by Sharon AlagnaPicture this. You’re Denver comedian Andrew Orvedahl, and you’re booked as the opening act for Jeff Tweedy — the frontman of Wilco. You’re the only thi

Thanks, man (and to everyone) for the kind words regarding my postshow ramblings. They weren't perfect, but at least they were pretty timely! Haha. Re: a recording, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that at least one person was toeing the Largo line and stealthing. I mean, better that more people can listen I suppose but a ) I'm surprised that someone could get away with it in that room without setting off alarms with at least some lights or something and b ) I'm sure performers like Jeff pretty much expect every performance they do these days to possibly be recorded and act accordingly but p

Cheers to you, sir! Thanks for taking the time to read some of my humble musings...

I'm not really sure what I expected from the fourth and final night of a memorable run of shows at Largo, but I suppose tonight's performance was sort of a microcosm of the previous three. There was banter (of course), there were deep cuts, there were singalongs, there were a few awkward moments, there were a plenty of laughs and there was probably some more banter. In the end, Jeff sent the crowd home with one more evening of (mostly) songs he hadn't played before at this venue — by my count, a total of 83 different ones that were at least attempted over the course of the four shows. It's v

Will this be henceforth known as "The Night of Lotti?" Certainly this was a show that will be remembered for its banter as much as its music; as Jeff himself remarked toward the end of the evening, "If you came tonight wanting to hear more music than talking, I'm sorry." The best way to put it, I guess, is that Jeff was in a mood — and he was in a mood to talk, probably as much or more than actually playing his own songs. And when Jeff gets in a mood to talk, look out. Thus we got a full-on dramatic reading of a "fan letter" from our own beloved Lotti. I don't know if it was actually posted

Man, where to begin? For a number of reasons, that was definitely a performance for the books. Certainly it was one where the setlist alone — although it was pretty packed with deep cuts and fun singalongs — can't begin to describe what the show was like. For those who like Jeff's solo shows primarily because of their banter, this second night of a four-night run within the intimate confines of Largo (and FYI, it's just Largo and not "the Largo") provided more gab and goofiness than anyone could have reasonably expected. There was everything from Jeff launching into a profanity-laden imitati