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Wilco, nudie suits, and what effin good is a meet-and-greet pass?

So I got to see Wilco last night. While it was against my better judgement and against my bank account to do so, it will be a night that I won’t soon forget.

Matt and I had talked about this show for a long time. All spring and summer, in fact. With all of the shows and all of the vacations that were to be squeezed in this summer, a little Wilco show in the Berkshires was probably not gonna make it onto the itinerary. You see, Matt and I have been alums of Wilco’s for a couple of years. He met his wife at that Agganis Arena show in ’05, days after I had broken up with my (now) fiance. He had found love and I had lost love with Wilco that summer. We were both at the Pines last summer, the day after my engagement to Jess, and at New Haven this February. I want Matt to know that it was a complete accident how I got to meet Jeff Tweedy after the free show I saw at Tanglewood.

A week and a half ago I was reading a blog post about the Newport Folk Festival on a great blog site, Ryan’s Smashing Life. He had written a post on the previous day announcing a Wilco ticket giveaway, courtesy of his site, and Wilco’s band management. I thought it would be worth a go, so I emailed him, as instructed. And then I forgot about it. Well, Monday morning I got an email from Ryan.

Hey Jameson,

Can you make this show tomorrow?


I replied. I knew that if Jess and I couldn’t swing it, then maybe Matt and Jules could. Ryan emailed me back and told me that a set of lawn tickets would be waiting for me at Will Call.

We left Providence an hour late. 5:30. That sucked but traffic was a bitch. When we got into the car and set the gps, our estimated arrival time to western Mass was 7:47. OUCH. Showtime was 6:30. I put some pedals to metals and didn’t look back. We were sacrificing Andrew Bird, but we might catch the start of Tweedy and Co. Might.

After stopping on the turnpike for a five minute break, we limped into Lenox, Mass at 10 minutes till eight. I walked up to the ticket window and the ticketing guy said he recognized my name, pulled a thin white envelope and handed it to me.

“Enjoy the show”, he said earnestly.

“You know I will”, I replied, with even greater earnest.

As I hurriedly handed our tickets to the woman manning the entrance gate, she said, “I think they must be waiting for you…they’ve been ringing the bells for a few minutes, now. So get to your seats, they’re about to start.”

“Thanks”, I said, not knowing where I was going. “These are lawn seats, right?”

She looked at my ticket again, and said, “No. B15 is a box seat. They’re pretty nice tickets.”

Our seats were not lawn seats. They were right behind the soundboard in the absolute perfect location for sound, and visually WAY better than the lawn….

When we got to our seats, the lights went out and the show began. Wilco came out, dressed in the Nudie suits that they wore at this years’ landmark Lollapalooza show in Chcago. Not a soul sat down the entire night.

A few songs in, they brought out their horn section, the “Total Pro Horns”, which would allow them to play a bunch of songs off of Summerteeth that they reall can’t play normally.

The complete setlist was as follows:

Either Way
Remember The Mountain Bed
Muzzle of Bees
You Are My Face
Impossible Germany
A Shot in the Arm
What Light (w/Total Pros horns)
California Stars (w/TPs)
Pieholden Suite (w/TPs)
Handshake Drugs
Pot Kettle Black
Summer Teeth
Jesus, etc.
Poor Places>
Spiders (Kidsmoke)
Can’t Stand It (w/TPs)
Hate It Here (w/TPs)
Walken (w/TPs)
I’m The Man Who Loves You (w/TPs)
The Late Greats (w/TPs)
Heavy Metal Drummer
Monday (w/TPs)>
Outtasite (Outta Mind) (w/TPs)
I’m A Wheel

The encores were the sickest Wilco I’ve ever seen. A complete rock show. Nudie suits, horns, Pat Sansone’s Townshend-impressions. Hands down 100 percent energy. Nobody wanted the show to end, but when the lights went out it was time to go.

While people filed out, we sat. Talked Wilco. Caught our breath. The very nice security woman who was standing next to us, turned and asked inquisitively, “Do you guys have a meet-and-greet pass, too?” We said, “Um, no? Can we get one?” But alas, she just chuckled and we knew that we weren’t THAT cool. No meet and greets for us tonight.

So Jess always accuses me of ambling. I’m always walking very slowly wherever I go. Well, as we were walking towards the exits, I decided to amble off the beaten path and wound up at the tour buses about 10 minutes after the show ended. A few minutes after getting there, Jeff Tweedy left the venue and entered his bus, then he came out and started talking with the 20 or so people milling around the area. He signed some stuff, some girl’s Converse All-stars, somebody gave him a sock monkey, yeah a sock monkey. A pregnant woman wanted her unborn to meet Jeff. One guy was having a reaction to mushrooms or something (at Wilco, dude?) and Jeff had to tell him to chill the fuck out….

…..I got a signature and a picture. I got to throw my arm around Tweedy. How cool. Cue Marsha Brady :”I’m never washing this cheek again”. Well, things were getting pretty hectic pretty quick and Jeff was about to make an exit so we were Audi. Great show capped off with a nice personal meet-and-greet with Jeff Tweedy. Who needs a meet-and-greet pass? Jeff just skipped out on that anyway.

Thanks to Ryan’s Smashing Life and Wilco’s Management for gifting me such a great night. I’ll never forget it.

August 13, 2008 Posted by | horns, jeff tweedy, live music, ryan's smashing life, tanglewood, wilco | 1 Comment

Garcia, Weir, and Los Lobos jammin on some Guthrie

This is a weird little tidbit of music that I’ve been hoarding for a couple of years. I thought I’d share it, because, well, I’m on a bit of a “Dead” streak, and what good is music if you can’t share it with people who love, and live, music, right???

The Grateful Dead rolled into Foxboro, Mass on July 2nd, 1989 to start the ’89 Summer Tour. Big album, big plans, and a big tour were the foreshadowing of what was to become one of the most exciting tours in the latter part of Dead history. This little nugget of music came to me in a trade a while back, and the only info that I have on this recording is that it was filmed for Fourth of July broadcast on “Nightline with Ted Koppel”. What I didn’t know until now, is that the footage of this broadcast is now available on YouTube… isn’t technology effin’ amazing… It’s nice to hear a couple of takes, a couple of fuck-ups, a few diversions, and then to be able to see the finished product! Enjoy…
Jerry Garcia, Bob Wier, and Los Lobos, Sullivan Stadium Parking Lot, Foxboro, Mass, July 2nd 1989



This Land Is Your Land (Take 4)


April 13, 2008 Posted by | acoustic, americana, bob weir, concert, folk, foxboro, grateful dead, horns, jerry garcia, live music, los lobos, sullivan stadium, this land is your land, woodie guthrie | Leave a comment

Beirut in Paris: Zach Condon on the loose in France

Beirut, the pet project of 22 year old Zach Condon, has taken over my life. Again. For the third time. It’s got to be the dusty Balkan gypsy horns and the lilting, percussive strumming of the mandolin. It transports me to another age; sometimes it’s a sleepy smoky village in the south of France, other times it’s a brasserie in Brooklyn. It’s transcendence at its least and transformance at its best.

I wake up in the morning and I’m humming “Postcards From Italy”. I eat my breakfast tapping the beat of “Nantes”. I nod off at night, dreaming of “Elephant Gun”. And whatever I do, I haven’t been able to escape the musical throes of either 2006’s Gulag Orkestar or 2007’s The Flying Club Cup (nor do I care to).

Zach Condon and his 12 piece collective recently paid a visit to Studio 104 at the Maison do Radio in Paris and recorded a Black Session for French radio station France Inter. It was broadcast on November 26th, 2007

you can download it from me here:

Beirut – Black Session (redirect to Multiply)

or sample a few tracks, including Jeff Buckley’s “Halellujah”

Beirut – Black Session – Hallelujah.mp3
Beirut – Black Session – Elephant Gun.mp3

As always… please support the artists!!

Beirut’s homepage
Beirut on Myspace

January 9, 2008 Posted by | acoustic, alternative, balkan, beirut, black session, horns, indie, singer songwriter, zach condon | 2 Comments