Jeff Tweedy will be the best thing since SB halftime


Insert Foot is ready for Jeff Tweedy, his first gig in nearly two years. Original Photo: Karen Goldman/STAFF.

I’m going to my first concert in two years on Monday, which is exciting, if not a little scary. But first I have to check and see if the way is clear.

OK, good: no one is screaming hysterically how last weekend’s 13-minute Super Bowl halftime show was the GREATEST LIVE PERFORMANCE IN EARTH’S HISTORY and SEE HOW WE, MIDDLE-AGED GEN X, DID IT BACK IN THE DAY. And remove your 5G Instacrypto NFTs from my lawn.

Things have finally calmed down since last week. Like most years, we were bought and sold for a few days of overreaction by Pepsi and the NFL. Me too, as bad as some opinions are, it was just as annoying to see people (like me) spending so much time telling people they were wrong.

Guess I still am… (Looks embarrassed for a second, then forgets what he was talking about.)

There are a lot of people my age who have accidentally seen their driver’s license recently and thought, “Oh, wow… I’m not supposed to experience new things because people are so much closer to death at my age. Do you think it’s still okay to play pickleball? »

What’s really good is remembering that the 90s were a great time for those of us in our twenties at the time. It was an incredible time for music. We had fun. Now we have grandkids (well, you could). That doesn’t mean we still can’t have fun, COVID-hesitation aside.

I was going to offer even deeper opinions on the Super Bowl Halftime Show until I realized I was just perpetuating something I criticized others for doing. But since I’m an avowed hypocrite, real quick: It was an entertaining halftime show, but not the greatest ever. And everyone has played in any stadium or area for the last 20 years in backing tracks, so get off the high horse that took off without you in 2002 and… am I forgetting something ?

Law. Let’s stop being so impressed by the last semi-exciting thing we saw and run to proclaim it the best ever. It’s silly. The good news is that we can now confirm that rap music didn’t send America straight to hell after all. We are even a little nostalgic about it, which is rather pleasant.

But, yes, it was awesome, manipulative NFL brainwashing, and we fell for it. “Look, the NFL doesn’t have a race problem. They even love Martha Stewart’s husband, Snoop Dogg!

It’s time to get out of the house.

Which is why I’m proud to announce that I’m considering leaving my room for the first time in two years to see Jeff Tweedy on Monday at the Fillmore. This will be my first review of a show since the early days of COVID, when I watched in horror as Gene Simmons licked everyone in the front three rows on the 13th KISS Farewell Tour.

Why is Tweedy the one who gets me back into the swing of live music? Because he is one of the defining songwriters of his generation; his band, Wilco, is one of the best things to happen to American music; and I just had an argument with someone about his quality (the Super Bowl show he’ll never be asked to do will undoubtedly be THE BEST 13 MINUTE SUPER BOWL HALFTME IMAGINARY PERFORMANCE TYAT EVER COME).

I love Tweedy’s music, and it’s time to get back to loving live music. Honestly, I’m a little tired going there, and I don’t think it’s necessarily because of COVID, which I’ve had before (with the seven knocks or whatever). It’s not very easy to get out. It’ll pass, but I feel like I’ve taken a 24-month nap and woke up to find the world is much louder than I remembered. It has become far too easy and safe to stay at home and watch the world via Netflx.

Just try to remember that, as the masks (again, at least until the next horrific sci-fi mutation) come off, the weather warms up, and even the most prickly COVID paranoids start to migrate to real life, we could all use a little respite. I’ll try to be nice if you will, at least until the Super Bowl next year.

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