Jeff Tweedy is the dick from Wilco who fired his entire band after Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (the only good thing he’s ever done including Uncle Tupelo, whom Old 97’s wipe the floor with coming and going and coming again) after the album was a hit.
Bob Lefsetz is the bafflingly popular blogger, who has his moments on the music industry but is entirely clueless when it comes to music. I mean, this guy blows so hard I don’t bother mentioning it most of the time (plus: get out of fucking bed with Livenation: they’re a horrible, horrible company).
His completely ridiculous Wilco’s Solid Sound Festiva misses the point. wilco are the most boring buncha bastards you ever got stuck at a bus station with. when will people respect the fucking audience. Their last album was a train wreck of terrible songs, considered a return to the mainstream because he bothered to write a hook here and there and kept his more egotistical doodling to his fucking self.
let me help you out pop pickers: you’re better off watching Chris Owen’s Ian Anderson impressions than what promises to be one of the most pretensions and tedious weekends known to man.
Lefsetz suggests we take our music seriously? Really? Why? “‘Im not saying there can be no humor”. Gosh, I feel so much better now you humorless plank of wood.
You want it? here it is. Mid-August and just remember it’s alright to have fun but be serious about it.