Disposable Dixie Cup Drinking

I admire the people who come to shows and bring signs. I didn't get a picture, but there was a duo holding a set that read "Rock 'n' Roll" and "Lives." Rad.

We hit Sparky's for some ice cream and headed back home.

(It looks like Erica's eating something in this photo, I know, but she's not. It's just the shadow from my camera.)

What You Once Were Isn't What You Want to be Anymore

They'd blocked off Ninth Street for the show, and on the second floor of one of the buildings, you could barely make out the band before they came outside and onstage. You could also see teeny Tweedy, one of Jeff's sons. During the show, he watched from the windows with his mom, sometimes bobbing his head along.

I started wondering what it must be like to be married to the band. Do you get sick of seeing them night after night? Do you love the band because the person you love is in the band, or do you merely tolerate them? Who could I see over and over and still enjoy?

Wilco, for one.

I Miss The Innocence I've Known

Check it out: Erica got a cute haircut.

We journeyed to Columbia last night for Wilco's street party show to celebrate The Blue Note's anniversary. Despite our shared love of Wilco, this was the first time either of us had seen them. We'll blame that on once living in cities where Wilco shows sold out in a matter of minutes. This show sold out in hours, I think, but tickets were $15 (feel free to reread that)!

We ate dinner at Shakespeare's Pizza (lesson learned: do not try to eat leftover pizza six hours later) and then headed over to the show.

On our way over to the entrance, Jeff Tweedy was on the street, and Erica and I had a moment of totally freaking out. It was awesome. I wish you could have been there.