Listen to Son Volt on NPR's World Cafe.
Rockabilly favorite Wilco will finish off the series on Sept. 21. Admission will be $15 per ticket.I can think of a few tags to label Wilco with, but "rockabilly" isn't one of them.
King said they decided to charge a cover for Wilco in order to keep the silliness and crowds under control.Yea, you know those Wilco fans, all silly and out of control! Lots of moshing at a Wilco concert.
My lunch hour was spent with:
1. King of the Jailhouse - Aimee Mann
2. Kim & Cookie (Interlude) - Outkast
3. Days - David Bowie
4. Hey Bulldog - The Beatles
5. Men & Women - The Bottle Rockets
6. The Rooster Moans - Iron & Wine
7. On A Holiday - Brian Wilson
8. This Is New - Wilco
9. I Don't Blame You - Cat Power
10. Don't Let Me Explode - The Hold Steady
Fucking bullies.Even after my repeated attempts to keep the focus of my protest on the war, the Drudge Report and others continue to try to make the issue about me. But I am not the issue. The issue is a disastrous war that's killing our sons and daughters and making our country less secure. They attack me because they can no longer defend this war.
I've come to Crawford to bring to the president's doorstep the harsh realities of a war he's been trying so hard to avoid. But no matter what they say or how many shotguns they fire or how many crosses they destroy, they're not going to stop me from speaking out about a war that needlessly killed my son.
George W. Bush wants America to be stupid. When he said in an interview with Texas newspaper reporters that "intelligent design" (also known as the theory that "the earth and everything on it was made by a magical sky wizard when that big fucker snapped his fingers and thus created humans, buzzards, ebola, and rats") ought to be taught along with evolution in public schools, the President of the United States may as well have said, "I want all American children to be stupid, so fuckin' stupid and desperate and superstitious that the Republican party and its fundamentalist crotch-sniffers can manipulate them into dicking themselves over more often than Ron Jeremy fucking himself."
August 2, 2005
So I had lunch with Kofi Annan today, the guy who’s “in charge” of the place, after he “presented me with my credentials.” Gee, thanks, now I feel like I really have the job. Douchebag.
Softened him up by asking if his son’s looking forward to a little “butt love” in the slammer. I don’t think the guy’s used to a strong hand - after all, he’s used to “excuse me” diplo-dorks like “Pow-wow” Powell. [note: What is it about guys who actually served in the military that turns ‘em into such ginormous pussies? Somebody oughta write a book…]
My staff is falling into place. Had to go medieval on one girl who was a little pushy about trying to make me read the last ambassador’s binders. Like I’m here to drink tea with this bunch of wheedling little do-nothings. The girl was a real bitch about it, though, until I pushed her desk over and put some mustache in her face. If she comes back tomorrow, she’ll be arriving without Attitude. It sucks that I have to worry about being an effective management-type while also herding these little foreign fruitcakes, but that’s the job.