Showing posts with label 2005. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2005. Show all posts
15 Years Ago: The Moving Parts at the Treebar
While recently searching through the Cringe.com website for some info, I stumbled upon these pictures from fifteen years ago when The Moving Parts played the Treebar here in Columbus. Damn, I was thin! (credit to Joel Treadway for the taking the pics)
Concert Review: Jeff Tweedy @ the Southern Theatre, Columbus, OH (11/9/05)
For the most part, my concert going experiences and my dating experiences have not overlapped much. Concerts have tended to be the realm of friends, roommates, that sort of crowd. Also, trying to explain to a date why we needed to go see THIS obscure band always seemed futile. As my college and post-college dating consisted primarily of the following like-clockwork schedule, known at the time as “The 3-Month Rule:” First month – getting to know you, Second month – getting to more familiar, Third month – this isn’t working out, Fourth month – done.
Working with that sort of timeframe usually meant concerts were out of the picture for dating purposes. But, in 2005 one of the few times music tastes and scheduling worked into The 3-Month Rule, and it wasn’t even a concert I had intended on going to anyway. After a first date at a Columbus bar, a get-to-know-you-and-make-sure-you’re-not-a-weirdo-first-date, we went to dinner in Grandview the night of the concert and then headed down to the Southern Theatre for the show.
After an interesting and odd opening set from Wilco drummer Glenn Kotche, Jeff Tweedy took the stage for a long acoustic set. I mentioned that I had no intention of going, because although I’m one of the biggest Wilco fans around, I’m not that into when artists go acoustic or solo, as I tend to prefer the louder end of the rock spectrum.
Tweedy’s set covered his entire career, from three of four Uncle Tupelo albums, every Wilco album, the two Wilco & Billy Bragg albums, two Loose Fur albums and two Golden Smog albums. In retrospect, I’m glad I went. Tweedy was in his usual self-depreciating mode, telling stories and conversing with the audience. Of course, when some loud-mouth who kept yelling HUMMINGBIRD! in-between every song was finally dealt with, Tweedy responded with something along the lines of “well, now you’ve convinced me!” And then didn’t play it.
The dates lasted only a few more weeks, but Wilco is still in heavy rotation.
SETLIST
Sunken Treasure
Blue Eyed Soul
(Was I) In Your Dreams
Summer Teeth
Forget The Flowers
I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
Remember The Mountain Bed
ELT
Wait Up
The Ruling Class
Gun
Please Tell My Brother
Bob Dylan’s 49th Beard
Radio King
Heavy Metal Drummer
A Shot In The Arm
I Can’t Keep From Talking
Black Eye
New Madrid
California Stars
Chinese Apple
Far, Far Away
War On War
Pick Up The Change
I’m The Man Who Loves You
The Late Greats
Working with that sort of timeframe usually meant concerts were out of the picture for dating purposes. But, in 2005 one of the few times music tastes and scheduling worked into The 3-Month Rule, and it wasn’t even a concert I had intended on going to anyway. After a first date at a Columbus bar, a get-to-know-you-and-make-sure-you’re-not-a-weirdo-first-date, we went to dinner in Grandview the night of the concert and then headed down to the Southern Theatre for the show.
After an interesting and odd opening set from Wilco drummer Glenn Kotche, Jeff Tweedy took the stage for a long acoustic set. I mentioned that I had no intention of going, because although I’m one of the biggest Wilco fans around, I’m not that into when artists go acoustic or solo, as I tend to prefer the louder end of the rock spectrum.
Tweedy’s set covered his entire career, from three of four Uncle Tupelo albums, every Wilco album, the two Wilco & Billy Bragg albums, two Loose Fur albums and two Golden Smog albums. In retrospect, I’m glad I went. Tweedy was in his usual self-depreciating mode, telling stories and conversing with the audience. Of course, when some loud-mouth who kept yelling HUMMINGBIRD! in-between every song was finally dealt with, Tweedy responded with something along the lines of “well, now you’ve convinced me!” And then didn’t play it.
The dates lasted only a few more weeks, but Wilco is still in heavy rotation.
SETLIST
Sunken Treasure
Blue Eyed Soul
(Was I) In Your Dreams
Summer Teeth
Forget The Flowers
I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
Remember The Mountain Bed
ELT
Wait Up
The Ruling Class
Gun
Please Tell My Brother
Bob Dylan’s 49th Beard
Radio King
Heavy Metal Drummer
A Shot In The Arm
I Can’t Keep From Talking
Black Eye
New Madrid
California Stars
Chinese Apple
Far, Far Away
War On War
Pick Up The Change
I’m The Man Who Loves You
The Late Greats
Off the to the OH-2
Originally posted at PeopleHaveThePower.org
Me and the Grey Goose (below) are heading to the OH-2 early Monday morning. For the final 48 hours of the race, I’ll be shuttling canvassers, door knockers and getting people back and forth from the polls. The on-line grass roots community has been amazing for the Hackett campaign, generating over $380,000 at roughly $52 a donor.
I’m bringing my laptop, hope to do a roundup from the ground of what’s going on, but we’ll see. The odds are Jean Schmidt is gonna get her one year in Congress and that Paul Hackett isn’t Doug Flutie vs. U. of Miami. Maybe so, but the real victory here is the realization that, when presented with a strong, intelligent, authentic Democratic candidate, the reddist of red Ohio Congressional districts is not a cakewalk.
Whatever the outcome, the Ohio GOP and national Republican party especially was forced to bleed a little bit here (to the tune of roughly a million bucks from the NRCC). Keep punching, keep drawing blood, and sooner or later, the underdog gets the knockout. The scandal-plagued Ohio GOP and the over-reaching, out-of-touch, bow-to-extremists-and corporate-lobbyists national Republican party has tanked on every major national issue of Bush’s second term (Schiavo, Social Security, the Iraq war, stem-cell research funding, the Bolton nomination, etc. etc. etc.), setting themselves up for a complete reversal of the 1994 mid-terms that gained them power.
To quote RatM from their pretty much awful third album:
It has to start somewhere.
It has to start sometime.
What better place than here?
What better time than now?
Me and the Grey Goose (below) are heading to the OH-2 early Monday morning. For the final 48 hours of the race, I’ll be shuttling canvassers, door knockers and getting people back and forth from the polls. The on-line grass roots community has been amazing for the Hackett campaign, generating over $380,000 at roughly $52 a donor.
I’m bringing my laptop, hope to do a roundup from the ground of what’s going on, but we’ll see. The odds are Jean Schmidt is gonna get her one year in Congress and that Paul Hackett isn’t Doug Flutie vs. U. of Miami. Maybe so, but the real victory here is the realization that, when presented with a strong, intelligent, authentic Democratic candidate, the reddist of red Ohio Congressional districts is not a cakewalk.
Whatever the outcome, the Ohio GOP and national Republican party especially was forced to bleed a little bit here (to the tune of roughly a million bucks from the NRCC). Keep punching, keep drawing blood, and sooner or later, the underdog gets the knockout. The scandal-plagued Ohio GOP and the over-reaching, out-of-touch, bow-to-extremists-and corporate-lobbyists national Republican party has tanked on every major national issue of Bush’s second term (Schiavo, Social Security, the Iraq war, stem-cell research funding, the Bolton nomination, etc. etc. etc.), setting themselves up for a complete reversal of the 1994 mid-terms that gained them power.
To quote RatM from their pretty much awful third album:
It has to start somewhere.
It has to start sometime.
What better place than here?
What better time than now?
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