bethb's Diaryland Diary

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

wilco. and how i miss elbows

i just got home from the wilco show. apparently NPR taped it for a podcast.
they were really pretty incredible.
jeff tweedy is a fucking showman. seriously. personable and funny. the sound was great. i was on the ground floor of the 9:30 club since i went by myself and it's always more fun for me to be up by the band. the bad things during the show, had it been an even marginally lesser band would have made the evening untolerable, but i think the memory of Wilco will erase all of that.
except for a few things- ladies? when you have hair that reaches far below your waist...i mean, we're reaching crystal gayle territory here, do not attend a show that's going to to capactiy without some kind of hair-ma-do, okay?
fucking tie it back, braid it up, buy a fucking snoot for all i care- i don't want to get a handful of hair as i'm bring my beer up to my thirsty lips. also, the girls behind you, i'm pretty sure weren't into untagling you from their watches.
and you, sir, with the cardinals jersey. not on your body....just...you just had it. was it a prop? is that your team? are you in the playoffs? oh, that's nice. it doesn't change the fact that you're at a fucking ROCK SHOW.
leave the pennents and foam fingers and any baseball jersey that isn't a chase uttley and that isn't being worn at home, ok?
you're here to see a band. i'm here to see a band.
and thank you, nice older dude who kept asking if i could see. i could, in fact. i had a nice view of both jeff tweedy and glenn kotche who had a magnificent drum solo that you might be able to hear me yell "yeah!" after it because i actually surprised myself with how loud that came out.
i was also surprised the older guy was concerned if i could see because he was kind of a dick earlier in the evening. whereas i and a bunch of people suffered through one of the most forgettable bands in opening band history, he and his (i'm assuming) lady friend pushed past a bunch of us and i was grumbling and thinking about the good old days of seeing punk shows at the trocadero and how an elbow or two were thrown and it was ok.
even superchunk encouraged the crowd to grab the sneakers of the morons who would stage dive and tell you to throw the shoes to the ground. but now, at the 9:30 and all it's verilight and Mac2K's glory (those god awful concert lights that move around and change color and generally blind you) i don't think elbows would be tolerated.
sometimes i miss the elbows.

12:57 a.m. - 2006-10-20

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

previous - next