Not Dylan. Not Tweedy. Farrar and some great company. Ghosts of greatness but the real work of some country lovin' geeks from a little shit town in the Midwest near St Louis.
Blessed enough to have been growing up a late teen early twenty something when Uncle Tupelo was getting started and making their name. Even more blessed to have lived in a place that they often called home. Saw some great intimate shows, people's houses, backyards, after parties. Damn shame they couldn't reconcile their egos in the end.
I've been a moonshiner
For seventeen long years
And I spent all my money
On whisky and beer
And I go to some hollow
And set up my still
If whisky don't kill me
Lord, I don't know what will
And I go to some barroom
To drink with my friends
Where the women they can't follow
To see what I spend
God bless them pretty women
I wish they was mine
With breath as sweet as
The dew on the vine
Let me eat when I'm hungry
Let me drink when I'm dry
Two dollars when I'm hard up
Religion when I die
The whole world is a bottle
And life is but a dram
When the bottle gets empty
Lord, it sure ain't worth a damn
RIP Uncle Tupelo great while you lasted though the two bands that came out of it are also great. Son Volt and Wilco thanks Jay Farrar and Jeff Tweedy hope you guys play a show in st. louis sometime like you used to.
I was a young twenty two year old Gen X when I first saw them in Lawrence, Kansas. Later, as a burnt out old Journalist, I found myself working for an Alt Country station in Dallas. The sound makes me remember a time and place that are long gone.
I remember reading an interview with them back in the day and I think it was Jeff who was relating an anecdote about how someone in Chicago or some other big city was asking them if they had ever seen an escalator before. When you grow up in the middle of nowhere and eventually encounter people who think they're sophisticated you quickly learn just how ignorant some of these people can truly be.