It's been an epic concert season. I've seen some great shows this year, including Neil Young and David Byrne, who are both arguably leaders in their genres, musicians who transcend their category and bring a singular artistry--a blend of melodic beauty, poetic insight, and a masterful kind of channeling--to not only their body of work, but also their live performances. But I don't think I've seen a better show than Wilco at Red Rocks last night. Not just this season, either. I don't think I ever have, ever.
I'm a big fan, I'll start by saying that. I've seen both Jeff Tweedy solo and Wilco the band a few times before, and never been disappointed. But last night's concert was absolutely perfect.
Music is an elusive art form, especially live music, and it can be satisfying and beautiful even when it's not all there. A gorgeous melody compensates for so-so lyrics; an enigmatic performance compensates for sloppy musicianship, and technical accomplishment compensates for a deficit of soulful expressiveness.
But Wilco has it all, and does it all, and last night they did it with a singular joyful energyl. Lyrics that stun for being complex, simple, and harshly beautiful, arrangements that spin, lurch, contrast, complement, and then suddenly mesh with shocking precision, and musicianship that leaves you elated, awed, and full of gratitude.
I could go on and on, but somehow I think it would only detract. It was a great, great show, one I am really, really, really, really, really glad I got the chance to see.