so good you won't even know
So the day I'd been looking forward to finally arrived. Mid-afternoon Saturday, Heidi picked me up for our pilgrimage to Lincoln to see Jeff Tweedy and other fun. About halfway down we made a pilgrimage of another sort, exiting the interstate literally at a moment's notice and traveling a couple miles off the beaten path to see the Holy Family Shrine. It's a small, Catholic chapel situated on top of hill over I-80 that I'd seen from afar dozens of times and always been curious about. No matter what your faith, the place is beautiful and peaceful - just check out these interior and exterior shots. That's not even to mention the lovely visitor center and surrounding garden. I'm so glad we stopped spontaneously and definitely will be taking my mom there as soon as the weather becomes less freeze-your-ass-off cold.
Once in Lincoln we had time to hit a couple of art exhibitions at the Great Plains Art Museum and the Lentz Center for Asian Culture before grabbing some dinner at a small Vietnamese restaurant, also a new experience for me. I had the curry chicken and a spring roll. It was good but potent - plus the portion was enough to feed a small army for a week. Not knowing how my stomach would react, I tried not to eat too much, especially since I was reminded of a story about Frank McCourt's childhood days in Limerick. Anyone who's read Angela's Ashes will know the one I mean. Fortunately, it agreed with me well.
Then it was off to Becki's for a quick visit. Like mine, her house is a 1920's style bungalow with lots of woodwork so I immediately felt right at home. I wish we could have stayed longer but now that I know where it is, I'll be back!
By 7:00, a line had already formed outside the Rococo Theatre so I hopped out to wait in it while Heidi parked the car. I secured us a couple of seats at a table in the last row of the main floor, the closest available at that point. A couple of guys joined us shortly thereafter and conversation revealed that they were fans more of the Uncle Tupelo/Mermaid Avenue era music and found A Ghost is Born to be nearly unlistenable -- gasp!!! They had a few drinks and I had a few drinks which led to flipping each other shit, all in good fun of course. I made the mistake of saying that I was a librarian which I consider to be a respected profession but instead provided a lot of joke fodder. So what if I haven't ever seen The Music Man? They hadn't ever seen Fight Club. So there.
And now, the reason we came: Jeff Tweedy. He was charming and funny in his banter between songs and at one point, berated those in the audience who were talking too much, too loudly. Why indeed would anyone pay $25+ for a ticket only to wind up listening to themselves? When I got home after midnight, I wrote down the songs played as best as I could recall though with two encores, I'm probably missing a few and there was at least one new one that I didn't recognize. These aren't in any particular order except the first and the last.
Sunken Treasure
One by One
Forget the Flowers
Airline to Heaven
Bob Dylan's 49th Beard
Muzzle of Bees
Screen Door
I am trying to break your heart
Remember the Mountain Bed
Far Far Away
(was i) in your dreams
War on War
Someday Some Morning Sometime
I'm the Man Who Loves You
Heavy Metal Drummer
Passenger Side
California Stars
Theologians
The Late Greats
Acuff Rose
I recently found out that Wilco will be playing shows in both KC and DesMoines at the end of March. It would be easier if they were in Omaha but never say never.
All in all, a very enjoyable day. It was the first time that Heidi and I have done something out and about together, despite talking about it for months, and I'm sure it won't be the last. :)
Once in Lincoln we had time to hit a couple of art exhibitions at the Great Plains Art Museum and the Lentz Center for Asian Culture before grabbing some dinner at a small Vietnamese restaurant, also a new experience for me. I had the curry chicken and a spring roll. It was good but potent - plus the portion was enough to feed a small army for a week. Not knowing how my stomach would react, I tried not to eat too much, especially since I was reminded of a story about Frank McCourt's childhood days in Limerick. Anyone who's read Angela's Ashes will know the one I mean. Fortunately, it agreed with me well.
Then it was off to Becki's for a quick visit. Like mine, her house is a 1920's style bungalow with lots of woodwork so I immediately felt right at home. I wish we could have stayed longer but now that I know where it is, I'll be back!
By 7:00, a line had already formed outside the Rococo Theatre so I hopped out to wait in it while Heidi parked the car. I secured us a couple of seats at a table in the last row of the main floor, the closest available at that point. A couple of guys joined us shortly thereafter and conversation revealed that they were fans more of the Uncle Tupelo/Mermaid Avenue era music and found A Ghost is Born to be nearly unlistenable -- gasp!!! They had a few drinks and I had a few drinks which led to flipping each other shit, all in good fun of course. I made the mistake of saying that I was a librarian which I consider to be a respected profession but instead provided a lot of joke fodder. So what if I haven't ever seen The Music Man? They hadn't ever seen Fight Club. So there.
And now, the reason we came: Jeff Tweedy. He was charming and funny in his banter between songs and at one point, berated those in the audience who were talking too much, too loudly. Why indeed would anyone pay $25+ for a ticket only to wind up listening to themselves? When I got home after midnight, I wrote down the songs played as best as I could recall though with two encores, I'm probably missing a few and there was at least one new one that I didn't recognize. These aren't in any particular order except the first and the last.
Sunken Treasure
One by One
Forget the Flowers
Airline to Heaven
Bob Dylan's 49th Beard
Muzzle of Bees
Screen Door
I am trying to break your heart
Remember the Mountain Bed
Far Far Away
(was i) in your dreams
War on War
Someday Some Morning Sometime
I'm the Man Who Loves You
Heavy Metal Drummer
Passenger Side
California Stars
Theologians
The Late Greats
Acuff Rose
I recently found out that Wilco will be playing shows in both KC and DesMoines at the end of March. It would be easier if they were in Omaha but never say never.
All in all, a very enjoyable day. It was the first time that Heidi and I have done something out and about together, despite talking about it for months, and I'm sure it won't be the last. :)