I regret to report that I did not achieve my five consecutive nights of live music last week.
Work triumphed over all. Most other things took a back seat, such as sleep, mandolin practicing, exercise regimen and yes, Wilco.
BUT -- and this is a very big BUT -- it was a tremendous week, so chock full of adventures and insights that I cannot fit them all in here right now. (I have about 27 major work projects due 1 October, so please check back after that time. I've been taking copious notes.) And this week even topped last week, which was a darn good one. I have a lot to say about this. Many posts forthcoming.
Buy Buddy Miller's new album right now. His performance on Thursday night was about as good as it gets, and I do not exaggerate when I say it was a religious experience.
After Buddy Miller, Dave Alvin took the stage and set the place on fire. I briefly considered just following the band for the rest of the week, until I realized the 401(k) probably isn't too good. How could the night get any better? I figured it couldn't, so I left before Delbert McClinton came on.
Will Kimbrough is my favorite guitarist in Nashville, and obviously a lot of other people's, too.
BBC2 listeners, get ready to hear my voice on your airwaves. Seriously.
Peter Cooper tells all about the Nick Lowe show, and even does a roll call. Yet somehow I escaped mention. Oh well.
Hey everybody in Nashville, let's go to Jefferson Street. I want to learn more about it.
I always go alone, but I'm never lonely, and I always meet someone cool. Who usually lives in another city. It's better that way.
T minus five days until I get hugs from my little nephews.