Gather 'round childrens and I'll tell ye a story. I flew into sunny Seattle. My pal Robert informs me he has tickets to see a band called Wilco. I think I had heard of UT at that point, but essentially had no idea what I was in for. We awaited the arrival of our Montana friends, who drove all day from Missoula (2 in the back of a pickup). Soon we made our way to The Backstage in Ballard. Mellow crowd, plenty of elbow room, a nice place to see a show. Jeff had long hair, cowboy hat, (you've seen the pics) the lap steel, dobro and banjo was well-represented