As if Cline didn't provide enough additional guitar power, for the encores Wilco brought out Northwest jazz guitarist Bill Frisell, for surprise versions of "Hesitating Beauty" and "California Stars" from Wilco's collaborative album with Billy Bragg, Mermaid Avenue. A second encore would find the two hour show closing with the sonic masterpiece "Spiders."
All in all, this was a magnificent show — easily the best of the three Wilco concerts that I've seen — in a wonderfully picturesque setting. But on this night, it was definitely all about guitarist Nels Cline.
Setlist:
Sunken Treasure
You Are My Face
I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
Handshake Drugs
Pot Kettle Black
War on War
Side With The Seeds
A Shot in the Arm
Impossible Germany
Sky Blue Sky
Too Far Apart
Via Chicago
Jesus, etc.
Hate It Here
Walken
I'm The Man Who Loves You
1st Encore:
What Light
Airline to Heaven
Hesitating Beauty (with Bill Frisell on electric guitar)
California Stars (with Bill Frisell on electric guitar)
Hummingbird
2nd Encore:
Misunderstood
Spiders (Kidsmoke)
Article comments
1 - Mark Saleski
...for the encores Wilco brought out Northwest guitarist Bill Frisell, for...
are you freaking kidding me??!!!
good gawd...jackpot!!
2 - Pico
No kidding, Mark. Cline and Frisell could have done some really kick-butt whack-jazz freakouts for the second encore.
3 - Glen Boyd
It was freaking guitar heaven Mark. Ya shoulda been there. When they brought out Frisell, I actually thought of you.
-Glen
4 - Glen Boyd
Oh, and you too Pico -- (thought of you that is).
I don't know if I'd call what they were doing "whack-jazz", but it was definitely out there. You guys woulda loved this.
-Glen
5 - Mark Saleski
this is like the avant rock version of my Springsteen brings out Southside experience.
so cool.
6 - Glen Boyd
Good as it was Mark, I'd almost trade you those two experiences were it possible.
-Glen
7 - Mark Saleski
funny, in some ways, the Southside show that i saw a few weeks back was more transcendent than that Bruce show from many years ago. i suppose i should write about that.
8 - Glen Boyd
Thats something I would love to read Mark. I'm sure others would too. Go for it.
-Glen
9 - Tom Johnson
As both a Frisell fan and a Wilco fan, oh, AND a Cline fan, it's needless to say how jealous I am, Glen. Damn. No, I take that back: DAMN! I so hope they were recording this for future release.
10 - Glen Boyd
Tom,
For someone who loves avant-guitar noise (with just the right touch of restraint), this was as close to heaven as it gets. And I bet if you did a thorough search, somebody out there caught it on tape. They just had to. Good luck!
-Glen
11 - Jason Welch
Glen, good review and thanks for including the playlist as there were a few towards the end of night (Airline to Heaven, for example) that I couldn't place.
-j
12 - Glen Boyd
Thanx Jason. Always happy to be of service to my fellow Washingtonians.
-Glen
13 - Barry Warne
I was lucky to see them the night before (August 20th) at the outdoor Malkin Bowl in Vancouver, Canada.
After having grown up through a few punk gigs at the Smiling Buddha, and now aged with considerable bulk, easy now to hold my own against frail computer programmer guys and Yaletown water-bottle girls with Nana Mouskouri glasses. My elbows didn't even bruise.
I remember now why I love Malkin Bowl for gigs. Perhaps it was the stormy skies over Stanely Park. A moody backdrop with threatening weather only framed Wilco's complex and brooding sound. I don't think there is a better venue for live sound outside of the old PNE Gardens. Vancouver needs more outdoor concerts at the Malkin. Fall, Winter, summer. Picture a cold winter night with light snow falling, hot chocolate in hand and an intimate band playing. Tarps maybe when it rains.
Great gig, great band that keeps chasing inspiration, which, when they find it keeps inspiring listeners as well as countless musicians and writers.
Jeff Tweedy has conquered a lot of demons and is becoming a confident showman and much less reluctant frontman.
He's even having improvised fun conversations with the audience. While Tweedy interacts with the audience, bassist John Stirratt remains the grounding conduit that links Tweedy's vocal to the rest of the musicians on stage. Which is a very underrated position in any band because everyone on stage turns to you when it seems the music is about to go off the rails. After 13 years together, Stirratt anticipates where Tweedy is going next.
Guitarist Nels Cline is the element that was sorely missing for from Wilco for too long: blatant showmanship. He is one part manic showman, one part stunning craftsman. Not that the world needs more lead guitar players, but in Wilco's case Cline holds the attention of the audience visually and drives the audience and band to new heights during moving and inventive guitar solos which effectively go over the top. He is the balancing musical foil to Tweedy's earnest and searching delivery.
Where Cline is most effective is in augmenting Jeff Tweedy's guitar solos. Together they take a guitar solo, follow it along and develop lines to see where they can go. In the past, Tweedy's guitar solos have sputtered and fallen apart due to self-consciousness. Now Cline takes Tweedy's basic solo and keeps adding to it, each time taking cues and then building and building to effective crescendo and logical conclusion. When Pat Sansore jumps into the three-guitar mix the band truly soars and briefly echos the better moments of the Allman Brothers or Lynyrd Skynyrd. Then they move on quickly. Wilco is not a band that dwells anymore. They get to the point and move on.
Pat Sansore also doubles on piano and adds solid stage presence when needed. Keyboardist Mikael Jorgensen stoically and studiously hold the back-line intact and allows the music to flow continuously without a hiccup. It's dynamic drummer Glenn Kotche that ebbs and flows like a Newfoundland tide. Keeping the beat rock steady but then driving up the dynamics instantly in a wild-card flourish. The band is working together now as a great band does. Strongly cohesive with moments of outstanding, intense individual flash and solo flare.
Wilco's musicianship level is now very high and growing. Thoroughly seasoned musical maturity is reaching levels where technique disappears and pure audience communication begins. Overcoming "audience cool" is always a challenge for any performer, more so with the Wilco audience. From what I saw the audience was primarily 30-something professionals with extensive and appropriately eclectic CD collections and iPod Playlists. Well groomed with only one strategic and tasty tattoo. Somewhat previously bohemian and now studiously respectable. Quickly however, their cool facade was thwarted and they were wrapped up in the very powerful music while Tweedy lured them into the palm of his hand