via chicago

i love wilco, and i love chicago. there isnt any difference between the two.

supercities that ive been to that i could envision myself living in-chicago and london. and london and i have perhaps too much of a love/hate thing going on with ldn for me to last there. nyc, im sorry, it would just make too much sense. chicago has the real people. and it has wilco.

jeff tweedy though. my dad and someone else told me that tweedy and i act the same, when we were watching the 'i am trying to break your heart' documentary. i still dont know how to take that label. he tends to be impossible to work with and loads up on prescription meds. eh 2007-2008 was then, now is now.

talked with burns last thurs. he noticed my wilco shirt that i had worn a week or two before, went to asking me if i was going to see them in atlanta this month, said no, i have a bit of a cash flow crisis at the moment and ive gotten to see them a few times already ((chicago 2008, outdoors, grant park, lying/laying? in the grass as the sun set behind the city),etc etc the poetics arent really important). he said his kid is peeved at him for not jumping on tickets before they sold out, so hes looking on stubhub. told him theyll be around again. ill see to it. hopefully around october.

The cash machine is blue and green
For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes

I wonder why we listen to poets
When nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful
This machine begs for luck

All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new