21 June 2005

Tweedy Rage

Vacations are nice but they always lead to the inevitable, "I need a vacation from my vacation!" comment. And boy-howdy if it isnt true (I promise to never say that again). Coming back to a clusterfuck of work is no fun at all.

Even so, getting out of town for even a couple of days is the best thing you can do for yourself. If you are reading this...stop. Pack a quick bag, jump in a car-train-plane-boat etc. and go! You will not regret it, I can promise you that. This trip was very relaxing. Great destination, great music, great traveling buddies. That last bit is often overlooked. If you are trapped in a car for 8 hours in the heat and humidity it is very important to not be riding around with a bunch of uptight, rigid, demanding assholes. A similar mindset can really make or break a roadtrip. I was lucky enough to be blessed with great traveling pals, Scoot and Slim. Ahh, what a great time and the memories, the memories. That crappy restaurant, that time we almost died in the tower, that one guy who stepped in human shit...memories that will last a lifetime, or at least until the next trip.

Two Minutes Hate
Before we headed out for Wakarusa I was talking with a friend, Crash, about the new Wilco album. We both felt that Wilco could shit on a disc and have it declared genius. Their newest album, A Ghost Is Born, never really did it for me. I was excited about seeing them this last saturday even though I knew there would be a lot of new tunes. You know they wont play casino queen because tweedy is a dick but there will be a little something for everyone in the show. Still, even though I knew it would be fun and entertaining-I had no idea how...I just cant even begin to explain how amazing it was. Could it have been the drugs? I am sure they helped but...there is something about that fucking band!

Jeff Tweedy is an ass. Everyone knows that, but sweet baby jesus can that guy work a crowd. I had the biggest smile on my face the entire show. I wish I could express it better. This is the point in the blog where I curse the fact that I am not a writer (shakes fist in air*).

So the rage is this....Bird, you are such a jackass. Wilco is genuis! Tweedy should be your god you worthless bag of shit! Go out and buy A Ghost is Born right now.


*like I just dont care

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