Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy

At last, the day had arrived. Last night, Kia and I went to The Fabulous Fox Theatre (that's really what they call it) in downtown St. Louis to see Wilco. It usually hosts plays and dance performances, and the only other time I'd ever been there was to see The Lion King, so this was a bit of a weird juxtaposition. Anyhoozle, I've already bragged about this to some people, but our seats were the best ever. EVER. We were in the 4th row of a section called VIP4. How I got tickets into this Very Important Person section, I have no clue. But they were great. Calexico opened, I liked them a lot. I'd seen them once before in DC. They have just about as many instruments onstage as they could fit, without having an orchestra. They even had one guy who played trumpet, guitar, keyboards, and the accordian. You've gotta love a band that uses an accordian.

After a pause, Wilco arrived. I had noticed that some of the people sitting in front of us were on the older side (maybe mid-70s) and thought it unusual that they would like Wilco. But hey, the more the merrier. They also had backstage passes and a cool Wilco poster that I was unable to find at the merch table.

The band sounded great. They originally got their start around here, playing small gigs in Illinois and St. Louis, and Jeff wondered who ever thought that they'd ever end up playing at the Fox, except his parents. That's when one of the women in the row in front of us yelled, "They're right here!" Hmmm. That's funny.

Later, Jeff dedicated "Casino Queen" to his parents and asked where they were sitting. The older man and women sitting directly in front of us waved.

Yeah, we were sitting behind Jeff Tweedy's parents.

And I think his sister was there too. She did strike an uncanny resemblance to Jeff. Unbelievable. That made my night.