Tweedy to TWEEDY
by dratmiller on 6/27/14Ryman Auditorium - NashvilleRating: 4 out of 5Having seen Wilco countless times, I expected my first Jeff Tweedy solo show to be an intimate acoustic affair featuring all the old favorites and a few surprises. I soon discovered, however, this was not Tweedy, but rather TWEEDY! Yes, Jeff has a new side-project featuring 18-year old son Spencer on drums. TWEEDY sailed through a full set of new songs, with nary a word of exposition. No band introduction, no song stories, and no stage banter at all until song four. Tweedy felt no explanation was necessary for TWEEDY. The songs had a familiar air to any Wilco fan and there were even a couple of nods to Loose Fur and Uncle Tupelo, but without intros, it was often difficult to find the correct aural context. I was slightly off-kilter. Not sure exactly where TWEEDY (or Tweedy) was taking me.
The night's apparent standout, "Slow Love," benefitted greatly from an extended verbal intro and the Tweedy-led sing-along kick-off. It was the song everyone was talking about after the show, but it was unclear if it was because the song was so killer, or if it was simply the one we remembered due to the intro. All the TWEEDY songs were solid, but without context, it was often hard to evaluate. Let's be honest, we were waiting for some Wilco and maybe even Uncle Tupelo gems.
At set's end, Jeff introduced the band. By the time he got around to introducing Spencer on drums, most of the crowd had already realized this was Jeff's son. We last saw him as a toddler in "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart." Now, having learned many a lick from Glenn Kotche, little Spencer is all grown up and playing in daddy's new band.
Like everything he does, this incarnation felt genuine. Jeff has a restless side that he needs to explore occasionally, but his traditionalist streak keeps him from veering too far. Not exactly Wilco...not exactly Loose Fur...fairly far removed from Golden Smog...even further from Uncle Tupelo....TWEEDY offered songs that skewed only slightly from the path. Just enough surprises to keep us listening.
After the TWEEDY set, Tweedy returned to the stage alone with just an acoustic guitar and harp. A quick run-through of "Via Chicago" let the diehards know they would get what they came for. Tweedy, not TWEEDY, turned in another full set of old favorites that featured the obvious ("Jesus, etc.") and the unexpected ("Radio King"). TWEEDY, the band returned to close out the set and delivered the biggest surprise of the night: a very endearing performance of Doug Sahm's "Give Back the Keys to My Heart." This song was famously covered by Uncle Tupelo on "Anodyne" and performed as a duet between Sahm and Jay Farrar. I expected a swerve or two, but I did not expect Jeff Tweedy to be singing a song so closely associated with Jay Farrar.
After a quick run-through of "California Stars," the band left and Tweedy took to the front of the stage, sans electricity, no mic, no amps, just Jeff, his guitar and a few hundred friends for an old-school run-through of "Acuff-Rose." Fitting, haunting, and wildly endearing at the Ryman, but I've seen it before. I was expecting it. Looking forward to it, actually. Somehow, it didn't have the same impact this time around.
TWEEDY the band stood tall during the first half of the show, but it was obvious that the fans were there for Tweedy the man. His acoustic set showed that the Tweedy songbook, in development for over 20 years, is a robust and still expanding work. Tweedy joked that his wife only knows the title to one song ("Pecan Pie") and chided the audience for not being able to keep time, cheering the wrong guitar part in "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" and rushing him into starting a song called "Slow Love," but it was all part of the lovefest. Tweedy let the audience know just four songs into the night that the Ryman was the greatest venue on the planet. And, by extension, Nashville and the fans in the building were the best. It's said in every venue, but at the Ryman you feel the artists really mean it. The crowd reciprocated. This may have been a TWEEDY show, but it was a Tweedy audience.