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A review by schray32
Let's Go (So We Can Get Back): A Memoir of Recording and Discording with Wilco, Etc. by Jeff Tweedy
4.0
It’s not often my husband reads a book and hands it to me saying, “this book says things about myself in ways that I could never explain.” I was intrigued... I like Wilco and Jeff Tweedy...
Well, Jeff Tweedy can write. This a a beautifully written book about how his life turned out so far flaws and all.
This is a passage that I think speaks to my husband and all musicians. (Note, the guitar is not my thing.)
“Learning how to play the guitar is the one thing I always look back on with wonderment. I’m reminded of ‘What ifs?’ every time I pick up a guitar. Where would I be? I have sort of a survivor’s gilt about it that makes me want it for everyone. Not the ‘guitar’ exactly, but something like it for everybody. Something that would love them back the more they love it. Something that would remind them of how far they’ve come and provide clear evidence that the future is always unfolding toward some small treasure worth waiting for.”
As my husband sits in his office with his guitar, I guess this book does make me get it. The odd part is that I think books are my guitar, so in a weird way Jeff Tweedy connected an understanding in each of us.
Well, Jeff Tweedy can write. This a a beautifully written book about how his life turned out so far flaws and all.
This is a passage that I think speaks to my husband and all musicians. (Note, the guitar is not my thing.)
“Learning how to play the guitar is the one thing I always look back on with wonderment. I’m reminded of ‘What ifs?’ every time I pick up a guitar. Where would I be? I have sort of a survivor’s gilt about it that makes me want it for everyone. Not the ‘guitar’ exactly, but something like it for everybody. Something that would love them back the more they love it. Something that would remind them of how far they’ve come and provide clear evidence that the future is always unfolding toward some small treasure worth waiting for.”
As my husband sits in his office with his guitar, I guess this book does make me get it. The odd part is that I think books are my guitar, so in a weird way Jeff Tweedy connected an understanding in each of us.