guitar heroes

Jeff Tweedy and Yo La Tengo in one weekend. Quite the welcome to Bimringham, even with the overzealous bouncer who threatened to confiscate my "too professional looking" camera despite the Wilcoworld note that "photography without flash is permitted." "That's for little point and shoots, not you," said the large man in spandex shirt.

Tweedy put on a good show all by himself with the only light in the house on him. Lots of banter with the crowd and inevitable request for "Freebird" which even the crowd booed. I walked up, bought tickets, and thehy were on the second row with nobody in front of me. Not bad.