I’m a somewhat educated, nearly middle aged white guy who loves Wilco’s music. Despite these characteristics I’ve still not managed to see Wilco live, however I have just finished this book and can say it’s a near perfect rock-bio-memoir.

This is a must read story if you appreciate or love Wilco. But it’s and interesting bio of someone growing up in the Midwest and evolving music business at the end of the 20th century. Personal, poignant and funny - I was sorry to not hear more about Tweety’s life.

I love Tweedy's music, and my favourite parts of his memoir are when he describes how he writes songs. There are also a couple fun anecdotes about Bob Dylan and Mavis Staples. And he writes with wry humour and sweetness. An enjoyable book, for sure.
funny informative medium-paced

I never write stuff here but decided to start this year. Might also decide to quit later this year, we'll see.

Wilco has been one of my favorite bands for a long time, so the parts of this I was most looking forward to were insights into the creation of their albums and the meanings of their songs. There's plenty of that and it's great, but probably the most interesting sections were about Tweedy's personal life recovering from addiction, dealing with tragedy, and music being the thing to hold it all together.

"I think that may be the highest purpose of any work of art, to inspire someone else to save themselves through art. Creating creates creators."
funny hopeful informative medium-paced

This was a slow start for me and I listened to the audiobook and quite honestly, had I not sped it up to 1.5 speed, I would have never finished it. But it really hit its stride for me in the middle. I loved hearing about his family life, particularly the conversations with his wife and son. I was fascinated by his songwriting process and I shamelessly loved all the Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, et al. name dropping at the end, as well. I have never been a fan of Wilco and I probably won't start listening to them now, but there was a great vulnerability to this memoir and I appreciated how honest and introspective it was.

Unexpectedly funny, achingly vulnerable, and sweetly told. Am I biased and should I include a disclaimer that I especially enjoyed the St. Louis mentions because they were small personal trips down memory lane? No. This book is objectively delightful.