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A review by lclindley
Let's Go (So We Can Get Back): A Memoir of Recording and Discording with Wilco, Etc. by Jeff Tweedy
5.0
There is a chapter in here where Jeff Tweedy writes about song-writing and his methods, wrapped in a metaphor about an experimental record he convinced his parents to buy him for Christmas that they snatched from the record player before 30 seconds even played. "I love that moment in the life of a song that is all possibility and potential. When I can imagine all of the different directions it could go. I find that just as enjoyable, maybe more enjoyable, than when it's fully realized. A finished record is just....finished."
It's exactly the same feeling that I have about books. I was recently in a conversation with someone about my prolific reading habits and I was trying to explain to them the sheer JOY that the promise of a new book gives me. That all too often, when it's over, I'm left with melancholy that the endless possibilities are no more and that they too are simply...just finished.
More often than not, when I've given something five stars it's because the reality of the end of the book, along with the prose, the story, and the characters met the unrealized and imagined expectations that I envisioned in the beginning. This is one of those books.
Wilco and LCD Soundsystem are my two favorite bands of all time. They have taught me that music can be weird and funny at the same time and Tweedy's memoir confirms the fact that his approach to music is anything but reverent and serious. Tweedy also isn't shy about being forward about the fact that sometimes he's a dick. I loved everything about this refreshingly honest, sometimes hilarious, and often painful memoir that confirms why I love Tweedy, and subsequently have a minor obsession with his son Spencer. If you love music, this is a must read.
It's exactly the same feeling that I have about books. I was recently in a conversation with someone about my prolific reading habits and I was trying to explain to them the sheer JOY that the promise of a new book gives me. That all too often, when it's over, I'm left with melancholy that the endless possibilities are no more and that they too are simply...just finished.
More often than not, when I've given something five stars it's because the reality of the end of the book, along with the prose, the story, and the characters met the unrealized and imagined expectations that I envisioned in the beginning. This is one of those books.
Wilco and LCD Soundsystem are my two favorite bands of all time. They have taught me that music can be weird and funny at the same time and Tweedy's memoir confirms the fact that his approach to music is anything but reverent and serious. Tweedy also isn't shy about being forward about the fact that sometimes he's a dick. I loved everything about this refreshingly honest, sometimes hilarious, and often painful memoir that confirms why I love Tweedy, and subsequently have a minor obsession with his son Spencer. If you love music, this is a must read.