In the last decade, I’ve caught some truly cool moments at live shows. I think now of things like the return of Rage Against The Machine in New York City, the sweater-vest Aqueous Christmas show in 2012 in Cleveland, 3-11 Day in Las Vegas, Magnaball in Watkins Glen and, easily lost among the crowd, a chilled-out BBQ > 1999 > BBQ at the Beachland Ballroom on a spring night in 2013 — to say the least. These things are very important to me.
One thing that I really regret missing is the infamous “And Your Bird Can Sing” at Solid Sound in 2013. Why?
Jeff Tweedy knows his constituency, which is a rare and special thing in America these days. Wilco performed a set entirely comprising covers at their now-biennial music festival in western Massachusetts that included two renditions of the Revolver classic “And Your Bird Can Sing.”
I’m leafing through Ian MacDonald’s Revolution in the Head as I write this. If you haven’t read it, well, don’t miss out any longer. It’s an incredible example of American rock criticism, which, I’d argue, is the greatest nighttime antidote to a president obsessed with both cable and network tripe.
Quick update: This reminds me now of the 6/25/16 “I Am The Walrus” that Phish slotted in their encore at Wrigley Field. I made the drive on a whim and I found true joy in that encore.