Walking back, we could hear the band where the parked cars were sitting patiently waiting for riders. I recalled my Grateful Dead parking lot experience in Chicago circa 1995 sitting in a circle under a tree with a hippie girl, a stoner guy, and a clown from Dallas.
We cruised over to the near-antiseptic porta-potties and coming out of the stall, I popped out like a slightly cracked jack-in-the-box and surprised the girl going in on business. "Nice exit, Lady," she wise-cracked. Thanks young lady. I do it all the time.
Later that night we called my cell phone as we drove through Golden. A drunk guy with a cowboy voice tells me to ask for John or Mike, then he chats with my boyfriend. He tells us to call the next day after twelve p.m. and we can pick it up in Cherry Creek. They will put it in the mailbox. Needless to say, my fourth of July turned into a wild goose chase in Denver to get it back. Thanks to Thomas, Mike, and John for leaving it in the mailbox as planned. I really needed it.
My friend Janis texted me today and told me that a relative is going to see the Wilco show tonight in Lowell, Massachusetts. She asked me when I called her what the audience would be like there. I told her they were somewhat mellow, supportive, and fun, but there were always a few crazies to liven up the place.
Article comments
1 - Phillip Winn
I saw Wilco in Dallas last year, and it was fantastic. There were some odd things about the evening as well: One woman had a seizure, I believe, and her brother (?) was quite angry about it.
Still, I remember the music. The beautiful, precise (just as you say), perfect music. So haunting and rugged, so passion-filled and clean. So amazing!
2 - Jane Ripley
I feel for them. That must have been very difficult to attend a show and have that happen.
The music is perfect. It's amazing this band has that edgy thing going on. They remind me of a million bands all rolled together in one. It's almost odd really.