Music: Roger, Wilco
I mentioned earlier that I would put up a review of the Wilco show I saw Monday night. I've been thinking about it for a couple days, and I've collected some thoughts over here. I decided to set it up as a standalone link because it ended up being pretty damn long, and I know Oliver and I are always talking about long posts, but this thing is a little nuts. Sorry it came so late, but I was trying to install some ftp client, and then decided it would be approximately 1 million times easier to just use the terminal. There you go: I'm a nerd.
Enjoy the review. The Washington Post's review of the show, which I won't dignify with a link, was clearly written by someone who wanted to see Sonic Youth and may not have stayed for Wilco at all. They essentially wrote the review about how SY should be headlining, and Wilco don't deserve critical acclaim or even attention.
On the point of which band is bigger or more important or whatever, this is a meaningless discussion. Wilco filled 3,200 seats in Constitution Hall and Sonic Youth simply would not have done so. This is life.
I saw Mudhoney open for Pearl Jam on the day Kurt Cobain's body was found. I remember thinking then about the twin tragedies of the afternoon, one enormous and one nearly overlooked. Mudhoney, whose Sub-Pop success, and whose pioneering embrace of the marriage between punk and hard-rock that became the (reviled nickname) grunge sound was supporting Pearl Jam, who weren't doing anything but heroin when Mudhoney was blazing the trail. But I realized that the success of some depends on the mondo-success of others. The mask of semi-visibility allows bands, like Mudhoney then and Sonic Youth now to avoid some major pitfalls, but still stand before thousands and sing their songs.
Well, that was a digression. Enjoy the review.
I mentioned earlier that I would put up a review of the Wilco show I saw Monday night. I've been thinking about it for a couple days, and I've collected some thoughts over here. I decided to set it up as a standalone link because it ended up being pretty damn long, and I know Oliver and I are always talking about long posts, but this thing is a little nuts. Sorry it came so late, but I was trying to install some ftp client, and then decided it would be approximately 1 million times easier to just use the terminal. There you go: I'm a nerd.
Enjoy the review. The Washington Post's review of the show, which I won't dignify with a link, was clearly written by someone who wanted to see Sonic Youth and may not have stayed for Wilco at all. They essentially wrote the review about how SY should be headlining, and Wilco don't deserve critical acclaim or even attention.
On the point of which band is bigger or more important or whatever, this is a meaningless discussion. Wilco filled 3,200 seats in Constitution Hall and Sonic Youth simply would not have done so. This is life.
I saw Mudhoney open for Pearl Jam on the day Kurt Cobain's body was found. I remember thinking then about the twin tragedies of the afternoon, one enormous and one nearly overlooked. Mudhoney, whose Sub-Pop success, and whose pioneering embrace of the marriage between punk and hard-rock that became the (reviled nickname) grunge sound was supporting Pearl Jam, who weren't doing anything but heroin when Mudhoney was blazing the trail. But I realized that the success of some depends on the mondo-success of others. The mask of semi-visibility allows bands, like Mudhoney then and Sonic Youth now to avoid some major pitfalls, but still stand before thousands and sing their songs.
Well, that was a digression. Enjoy the review.
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