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Jan 5, 2022Liked by Jeff Tweedy

death always finds a way in

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Jan 5, 2022Liked by Jeff Tweedy

Concert goers cargo shorts. Bodacious dad bods. IPA 5 gallon aquarium drinkers. Off brand Wilco band tees.

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Jan 5, 2022·edited Jan 5, 2022Liked by Jeff Tweedy

If you're looking for a Starship Casual topic, I'd love to hear your reading habits. This makes me wonder whether you read much poetry (like John Berryman, I think you'd dig him)?

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Jan 5, 2022Liked by Jeff Tweedy

“I’m proud to say that I know it / Here-in is a hell of a poet.” — J. Cash

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Not exactly Robert Frost...

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Naked we're all the same.

Similar, and different.

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Jan 5, 2022Liked by Jeff Tweedy

Birds of a feather --- just sayin

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His clothes are loud

But never square

It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best

'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion

—Follower of Fashion, The Kinks

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Cool,Sometimes the obvious is not so obvious

When do we get to read #1 to #30

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When I saw the first line, I admit I was secretly hoping for a mention of those couples who go to Vegas with his and her T-shirts and the like.

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Jeff, I love the video representation of our COVID recovery efforts.

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Masks and face Shields

Blue robes crashing

Vents and tubes

Old bodies thrashing

This I learned, for me and you,

Perhaps post playa '22

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Hi Jeff:

THIS man had something to say or not to say. But he said it anyway. Come visit Flat Rock and be inspired by a man who found a way to say very much by sometimes saying so very little.

MANY things I might have said today.

And I kept my mouth shut.

So many times I was asked

To come and say the same things

Everybody was saying, no end

To the yes-yes, yes-yes, me-too, me-too.

The aprons of silence covered me.

A wire and hatch held my tongue.

I spit nails into an abyss and listened.

I shut off the gabble of Jones, Johnson, Smith.

All whose names take pages in the city directory.

I fixed up a padded cell and lugged it around.

I locked myself in and nobody knew it.

Only the keeper and the kept in the hoosegow

Knew it—on the streets, in the postoffice,

On the cars, into the railroad station

Where the caller was calling, “All a-board,

All a-board for .. Blaa-blaa .. Blaa-blaa,

Blaa-blaa .. and all points northwest .. all a-board.”

Here I took along my own hoosegow

And did business with my own thoughts.

Do you see? It must be the aprons of silence.

Carl Sandburg

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Jeff, my 4 year old son for the last 2 years always flips out in a good way when he hears the Wilco song Common Sense-- should I be concerned?

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Very good. I grew up in Carlyle, IL pop. 3,300. I got the home town newspaper for many years in the mail (because my Mom had worked there). In the photos of news happenings the men all wore essentially the same thing (and the women all had the same hairdo). The newspaper editor, Warren dressed like an open toolbox. Struck a chord, thanks!

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Sea birds flirt

With

Lacey hems

Edging

The tide

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