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|I Am Skooter|
So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
I swear this isn’t a Wilco blog. Really. Since nobody’s going to believe me anyway, why don’t we just move along…
Wilco are coming to Vancouver on February 5th of next year at the Orpheum. I’m not fond of assigned seating venues, and I’ve never seen Wilco indoors so I was a bit worried that I’d wind up with some crappy ticket off in a corner. The band started their pre-sale today, and I somehow—miraculously—managed to grab a pair of third row seats just ten off centre. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m just going to embrace it.
Next week on Thursday night Jay Farrar is playing the Wild Buffalo in Bellingham and I’m going to head down for it. I love the Buffalo—it’s a beautiful, scenic venue—and I’ve never seen Jay, so I’m looking forward to this one. I definitely fall on the Wilco side of the Uncle Tupelo split, but at least two of the three Son Volt albums Jay’s released have been outstanding, not too mention his One Fast Move or I’m Gone which had a place on my favourite albums list for quite a while.
So, it seems like the perfect time for Jeff Tweedy telling an awkward story about bumping into Jay on the beach in Mexico, long after their acrimonious but unresolved split. Alternatively, the little moment below which is the only time I have ever watched George Strobolopolous I swear!