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A review by kuya_kes
Let's Go (So We Can Get Back): A Memoir of Recording and Discording with Wilco, Etc. by Jeff Tweedy
dark
emotional
funny
lighthearted
reflective
fast-paced
4.75
Despite being a recent, lukewarm Wilco admirer influenced by my Wilco-obsessed work colleagues who took me to my very first, their eighth, Wilco concert this year (one even named their son after the band), I dove into Jeff Tweedy's memoir with minimal knowledge & expectations. It was an unorthodox approach, but ultimately rewarding.
Having devoured my fair share of rock star memoirs, I can confidently say this ranks among the best. Jeff's a natural storyteller, possessing a voice that draws you in from the first page. He's refreshingly raw, flawed, and charmingly self-deprecating. Here's a guy, not unlike ourselves, simply trying to navigate life's complexities. I often found myself forgetting he's the frontman of two beloved cult followed bands, so engrossed was I in his relatable anecdotes and insightful learnings.
His humor is disarming, often leading into hilariously awkward Larry David-esque social interactions or questionable decisions, both fueled by and independent of bad influences. The inclusion of his wonderfully eccentric family adds another layer, providing a glimpse into the vibrant world that shaped him.
While the book may not turn me into a die-hard Wilco or overall alt-country fan, it undeniably made me a devoted admirer of Jeff Tweedy and his captivating brand of flawed genius.
Having devoured my fair share of rock star memoirs, I can confidently say this ranks among the best. Jeff's a natural storyteller, possessing a voice that draws you in from the first page. He's refreshingly raw, flawed, and charmingly self-deprecating. Here's a guy, not unlike ourselves, simply trying to navigate life's complexities. I often found myself forgetting he's the frontman of two beloved cult followed bands, so engrossed was I in his relatable anecdotes and insightful learnings.
His humor is disarming, often leading into hilariously awkward Larry David-esque social interactions or questionable decisions, both fueled by and independent of bad influences. The inclusion of his wonderfully eccentric family adds another layer, providing a glimpse into the vibrant world that shaped him.
While the book may not turn me into a die-hard Wilco or overall alt-country fan, it undeniably made me a devoted admirer of Jeff Tweedy and his captivating brand of flawed genius.