Becky's Greatest Hits Vol. II

 Okay, first I want to preface this by saying, I have been waiting since Spring for this show.  Correction, I have been waiting for about 8 years to see Wilco and all my life to see Bob Dylan.  So if I offend with this review, dear readers should first know how much it kills me to have to criticize.  But here we go with the truth as I saw it on June 29th in Atlanta......    I'm not a Dead Head.  Never have been.  When I read that Bob Weir was on the tour my husband had to tell me who he was.  And I thought his solo part of the show was cool as I could see that many were enjoying it.  I'm all for the hippies jamming out and doing their crazy little dances.  Go for it, fans, and go for it, Bob Weir.  More power to all of you.  And I also thought it was cool that the subsequent bands were inviting Bob out to jam with them.  (Bob Weir, not Dylan, and there is a huge distinction here that I will get into shortly.)  I think that is really being respectful on their parts and

We're back from the fine state of Georgia and the hopping metropolis of HOTlanta.  It was a fun trip and, unbelievably, my first time in Atlanta.  And the traffic was not nearly as bad as what everyone warned that it would be.  Concert and city review coming this week.......

I have been waiting all summer, or really, all my life to see the show line-up I'm headed for this weekend in Atlanta.  It's the Americanarama tour and it features My Morning Jacket, Wilco and the legendary Bob Dylan. For folks who aren't into or aren't familiar with the type of music these bands excel at creating, it's something that's really hard to explain but also really easy to love.  It's folk, it's rock, it's country, it's alternative.  It's all of us, and it's only some of us.  It's not what you hear on pop radio.  But it is something you have running through your veins because it's, well, America, mainly because it has one man at its core: Woody Guthrie. That's why I'm wearing this t-shirt, conceived by me and inked and printed by my artistic husband to the show: This photo is probably the most iconic and well-known image of the great singer, songwriter, activist and folklore legend that was Woody Guthrie.

My Perfect Wilco Setlist  (because I'm not at all obsessive about this band I have been trying to see for about 8 years now that always somehow gets messed up through absolutely no fault of my own by like geography or some other stupid shit) Dawned On Me Impossible Germany Red Eyed and Blue Born Alone She's a Jar Hesitating Beauty What Light California Stars Summerteeth Sky Blue Sky Jesus, Etc. I Might Let's Not Get Carried Away Sunloathe Heavy Metal Drummer Pot Kettle Black The Thanks I Get

Our Idiot Brother is an easy movie to like and perfect for a Saturday night when you don't want to think too much or go through a whole emotional concourse for entertainment.  Besides, don't you have to like any movie that has a dog named "Willie Nelson"???? Also recently went back in time and got Wet Hot American Summer which I thought I would really like because I love Michael Showalter and the rest of the cast so much.  Not so much.  A little let down. Which made me have to also go waaaay back in time and get a REAL summer camp movie, Meatballs .  Plus, I couldn't believe my husband had never seen it.  Whaaaa? 

My blog never really left, people, I just had it hidden for a while.  Could I have really stopped writing and sharing my oh-so important news and events with the world? I was flipping through my old posts and realizing how much I needed this blog in a therapeutic way to work out my divorce and everything that followed after.  But here we are, over 4 years later, and thankfully thankfully, many of those bad feelings have gone their own way.  And so have the posts.  We don't need to re-hash them anymore.  And here I am, kinda feeling reborn.   And that's not a bad thing. "I myself have found a real rival in myself, I am hoping for a re-arrival of my health."  ~Wilco~ "Oh, I feel like a beautiful child, such a beautiful child again." ~Rufus Wainwright~ "Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years, Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear!"  ~LL Cool J~

Make all the fun you want, but there's a lot to be said for some guys that can make an arena full of 30 and 40-something women scream like little girls.  

  Sigh.  You would just have to understand my weird husband.  And weird kid. 

11 years old.  Sometimes I just want to stop the clock.