i like wilco, i like funnies, i like guitars, i like life. and my husband when he makes french toast in the morning
Hey! I found Jeff Tweedy at the Grammys! Look in the far left! He’s wiping his nose.
this morning a random thought popped into my head about jeff tweedy.
years ago he played these shows at the vic in chicago. in january. several months before he went to rehab. and in the recordings of the show he’s a bit incoherent at times. his banter is simultaneously slurred and bumbling, and at the time, as a high school kid, a very naive which school kid, I thought “teehee, Jeff’s so goofy!” but thinking on it randomly this morning it made me very sad. Like he was extremely fucked up, and it’s so weird to think that he was having all these issues with chemical dependence and thinking about the person Jeff is now… just weird random shit.
Meeting Jeff Tweedy for the 1st time, recounted in long form for my non-fiction class. The people in my class will hate it, but you, you Tumblr, will probably dig it.
6 pages of me gushing. This workshop is gonna be fucking Awesome. Please do read it, and let me know what you think. Is it too ridiculous for class?