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.