Jeff Tweedy
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So we all went to see Wilco on Friday night. Of course, anyone who knows me knows I love Wilco. Listen to their music constantly, have all the albums, all the b-sides, all the single tracks from soundtracks and on and on and on (which that's even a Wilco reference).
My big brother got me into the after show thanks to Jeff's Aunt. I had the opportunity to talk to Jeff for a few minutes about music, he thanked me profusely and kindly and patted me on the back. Probably because he thought I was a total farb. Actually, I told him I didn't want to be a total Clark Griswold and I wouldn't take up too much time, which he thought was funny.
Still, it was a thrill for me. But probably not as thrilling as it was for Jeff to meet me, of course. Who wouldn't be thrilled to hear me mumble something incoherent, stutter and ultimately say something stupid.
Talked to Nels Cline about his bag and his shoes for a bit. Turns out we have the same taste in shoes, and he has narrow feet. Nice guy, but he's an odd man. Of course, I'm the one who brought up the shoes.
All in all, great show and amazing after show experience. The next morning, while riding my bike and battling a raging headache from lack of sleep, I kept thinking how weird it was that I had actually chatted with Jeff Tweedy the night before. I know he's just a guy, but seriously, he has a few of those songs that I play in my head as my personal soundtrack. So it was a mixture of an honor and a surreal moment.
Thanks to my brother and Jeff's aunt!
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