In the four times I’d seen Wilco prior to this month’s show at the Carnegie Music Hall in Oakland, one song — Via Chicago, probably the most precise example of what the band is about — had escaped my set lists. So I was quietly thrilled when Tweedy started strumming the chords on his acoustic… Read More breathtaking.
Mrs. Crappy and I are seeing these guys — the Carolina Chocolate Drops — on Thursday night, thanks entirely to Mrs. Crappy. She had heard them on World Cafe a while back and has been dealing with a mild obsession ever since. She has that North Carolina connection with the band — she lived in… Read More a necktie will make you die.
A couple weeks ago, I sat down to listen to a stream of Wilco playing in Madison. While I listened, Jeff Tweedy took advantage of a break in the music to gently chide Madison, for a lack of official attention on the part of city officials while the band was in town. Tweedy noted that… Read More the best ever.
My friend Ethel just finished a post that mentioned how this song, Roger Miller’s “King of the Road,” got stuck in her mom’s head recently, prompting a mother-daughter singalong while they strolled around her mother’s nursing home. I can’t think about this song without thinking of REM, and the boozy version that was included on… Read More a man of means by no means.
I’ve done this here once before, but after a fun Twitter discussion tonight, I thought we”d try again. We’ve been talking about our first concerts. Some of us have some cringe-worthy choices (although many of us can blame those on parents) and some got to see some great stuff the first time they saw a… Read More first time, again.
I get another Wilco show soon, right? OK.
Uncle Crappy 