I Am Trying To Break Your Heart

Somehow I had completely missed until today that there is a documentary about the making of Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot called I Am Trying to Break Your Heart. The opening credits are beautiful for both their rendition of film’s namesake song and the black and white photography of Chicago. I also caught myself nodding at this quote from the film:

We’re now in a culture, not just a business, but a culture in which we expect everything to happen [finger snap] like that. Ya know, you have people outside, standing around, talking on cell phones, ya know, the gist of the conversation is “I’ll be there in five minutes.” Who gives a fuck? Just be there in five minutes, don’t talk about it.
—David fricke senior editor rolling stone

Oh, and it’s available for streaming on Netflix.

Ed. Note: The above post has actually been sitting as a draft since Nov. 26, but I was just reminded of it as I was watching Ashes of American Flags, and thus finally remembered to hit publish.

Coincidentally, tomorrow is the 10th anniversary of 9/11, which is the date Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was originally set for release.

My 10,000 Lakes retrospective

I’ve had more than a full week to recover now from the 2009 10,000 Lakes Festival. Let me say upfront it was more fun than I’ve had in a long time, with the jam bands, the blue grass and the hippies — oh, sweet Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, the hippies. In fact this retrospective is a little late because I spent most of last week sulking that I wasn’t drinking beer and listening to music in the sun anymore. But I told Greg I’d write about the frivolity of 10,000 Lakes if he gave me tickets, and I intend to do that.

I just need to clear my mind first with this open letter to Dave Matthews: Dear sir: I know David Byrne; David Byrne is a friend of mine, and you sir are no David Byrne.

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