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The Burden of Being Evan

Posted by evankessler on October 28, 2004

At around 9:20 Thursday morning as I was getting dressed after getting out of the shower my phone rang and I thought, “this better be important. Who the fuck would call me at 9:20 am.” The phone # was a 201 number so I immediately assumed it was New Jersey, but when I picked up Curt Jones was on the other line. Curt is one of my best friends from Syracuse and he has been living in New Zealand for a little over a year now. My first thought was, “what the hell was curt doing in New Jersey.” Alas, Curt was not in New Jersey, the entire phone number from New Zealand just couldn’t fit on my phone display. Curt was drunk dialing me from New Zealand. How awesome is that? I think that’s the furthest I’ve ever got a drunk dial from. I think that might be a world record. I’m going to consult Guiness on the drunk dial distance world record.

Curt and I talked for about 20 minutes. We discussed our friend Jack’s wedding that is to take place next summer in the Czech Republic. We’re planning on making the effort to be there. I’m actually really excited about it. The Czech Republic kicks ass. The beer is cheap along with everything else and I’ve never seen more beautiful women than I did in the three days I spent in Prague, and you can buy absinthe there. What do you say we all move there?
The rest of the work day was sort of routine, but when the night came I had a dilemma. Do I go to the “Best Week Ever” party at 6’s & 8’s or do I go to Kristin Ertel’s company’s book release party for “Sticker Shock”. My original decision was to make both, but I only made it to Kristin’s.

Most of the time there Kristin was busy getting drinks for everyone so I ended up talking to Evan Thies for a riveting political conversation as well as an even more involved conversation about the pitfalls of having the name Evan. I know what you’re thinking, “what could be wrong with having the name Evan?” I’ll tell you. Well, personally I love my name. My problem is with the people who butcher it. I’ll demonstrate through a dialogue.

Evan: Hey nice to meet you.
Other: What’s your name?
Evan: Evan.
Other: Nice to meet you Kevin.
Evan: No, it’s Evan.
Other: Oh sorry Eddie.
Evan: No, It’s Evan.
Other: Oh, sorry Eric, nice to meet you.
Evan: No big deal (figuring that I’m never actually going to see this person again anyway)

And that’s really just the tip of the iceberg people. Imagine everyime someone sent you a letter or an email and it read as follows.

“Dear Even,”

Now, if you don’t realize what’s wrong with the previous introduction then you deserve to be smacked upside the head if not brutally murdered. If you don’t realize that the word spelled E-V-E-N is the opposite of the word spelled O-D-D, then something bad needs to happen to you. I would even accept the spelling E-V-I-N, because that at least makes sense as far as pronunciation goes. Also there is no word spelled evin. You have no idea how it feels to have your name so often butchered in both written and spoken form. I’ve also often been called Evans as if I was surround by 11 other people named Evan and we worked as a collective being. Anyway, I was glad that Evan Thies understood my pain. It was a worthwile venting of frustration.

I left the bar around 11:20 and when I got home, I listened to perhaps one of the most beautiful songs ever, Billy Bragg and Wilco’s cover of the Woody Guthrie penned “Remember the Mountain Bed.” If you haven’t heard it, I hightly recommend it. It’s a perfect song.

Here’s the lyrics, enjoy them:

Do you still sing of the mountain bed we made of limbs and leaves:
Do you still sigh there near the sky where the holly berry bleeds:
You laughed as I covered you over with leaves, face, breast, hips and thighs,
You smiled when I said the leaves were just the color of your eyes.

Rosin smells and turpentine smells from eucalyptus and pine
Bitter tastes of twigs we chewed where tangled woodvines twine
Trees held us in on all four sides so thick we could not see
I could not see any wrong in you, and you saw none in me.

Your arm was brown against the ground, your cheeks part of the sky,
As your fingers played with grassy moss, and limber did you lie,
Your stomach moved beneath your shirt and your knees were in theair
Your feet played games with mountain roots as you lay thinking there.

Below us the trees grew clumps of trees, raised families of trees, and they
As proud as we tossed their heads in the wind and flung good seeds away:
The sun was hot and the sun was bright down in the valley below
Where people starved and hungry for life so empty come and go.

There in the shade and hid from the sun we freed our minds and learned
Our greatest reason for being here, our bodies moved and burned
There on our mountain bed of leaves we learned life’s reason why,
The people laugh and love and dream, they fight, they hate to die.

The smell of your hair I know is still there, if most of our leaves are blown,
Our words still ring in the brush and the trees where singing seeds are sown
Your shape and form is dim, but plain, there on our mountain bed
I see my life was brightest where you laughed and laid your head…

I learned the reason why man must work and how to dream big dreams,
To conquer time and space and fight the rivers and the seas
I stand here filled with my emptiness now and look at city and land
And I know why farms and cities are built by hot, warm, nervous hands.

I crossed many states just to stand here now, my face all hot with tears,
I crossed city, and valley, desert, and stream, to bring my body here:
My history and future blaze bright in me and all my joy and pain
Go through my head on our mountain bed where I smell your hair again.

All this day long I linger here and on in through the night
My greeds, desires, my cravings, hopes, my dreams inside me fight:
My loneliness healed, my emptiness filled, I walk above all pain
Back to the breasts of my woman and child to scatter my seeds again.

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The Curse Is Over

Posted by evankessler on October 28, 2004

So the Red Sox just won the world series and the players stormed the field and celebrated and I really am happy for them but I found one thing disturbing. FOX cut away to Jimmy Fallon standing on the field making out with a girl. Who the hell is Jimmy Fallon? Why does he get to go on the field? Sure this is a moment for all of the Sox fans around the country and maybe he’s a fan but why does that no talent douche who can’t help but laugh during every single Saturday night live sketch, get to go on the field, and why is he one of the first guys on camera shown celebrating? Does FOX really think anyone cares that Jimmy Fallon is happy? I for one would just really rather see the players, coaches, and owners savor this moment for the city of Boston and all of New England. Okay, anyway, congratulations to the Red Sox. Now other teams can win and Bostonians can stop agonizing for the next five to 86 years. Plus, it’s not like the Pats, Celtics, or Bruins haven’t won since 1918.

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Monday Night on the Town

Posted by evankessler on October 26, 2004

Sunday night my brother called me and told me that the next night he’d be heading to a Donna Karan party on Monday, and that I should go. And that he was sure Donna would like to see me. For those of you who don’t know, my father was the CFO for Donna in the late 80’s and early 90’s before his death in 1991. I’ve seen Donna 3 or 4 times since late 1991, most of them in the early days following the death of my father so I doubt I was really an afterthought to the point where Donna would like to see me. That being said, I’m not holding it against her I’m just saying that it sounded funny the way my brother phrased it.

As we got ready to go out tonight my brother told me to change the outfit I was wearing because he said I should look slick. If anyone knows me, and you wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t, I am the antithesis of slick. The last word I would ever use to describe myself is probably slick. However, according to Greg Kessler, I was going to be somewhere in the slick vicinity this evening. If you were to run into me tonight, I doubt you would’ve used that word to describe me, but for all intents and purposes, I was slick enough in my jeans, blue cashmere shirt, and leather jacket.

The Brothers Kessler, looking as slick as ever as photographed by either Theodora or Alexandra Richards.

After slightly slickening my style, my brother and I went up to 68th and Madison where Donna Karan was having a party celebrating her 20th year in the fashion business and her new book. As soon I walked in I knew I was out of my element. Everyone was prettier and taller than me. It’s always a little intimidating to be on one of these events with my brother. I go every so often with my brother to be surrounded by models and introduced to 19 yr olds as his “little brother” who then undoubtedly view me as younger than themselves as result as if I was some 14 yr old getting to see the real world. To Greg’s credit, he did not introduce me as his little brother tonight so I didn’t really have any awkward feelings in that manner. I sort of expected it to be a Page Six sort of scene with tons of celebrities and to some extent it was but not really what I thought. I recognized very few people. Brooke Shields, Iman, and Frederique Van Der Wal were the first people I recognized. Greg went on to introduce me to a bunch of other people who may have been famous but I’m not sure along the way. I didn’t really care, I was just sort of hanging out and observing.

We soon made our way to the back of the room after arriving and Greg introduced me to Angela Lindvall and some of her friends. We loitered around and got drinks and I was introduced to more people whom I had nothing in common with. It’s hard to start conversation with someone you have no frame of reference with. Sure I know Angela Lindvall is a model but where does the conversation start? “Hi, nice to meet you. How’s it going? ( no response) So, how’s being a model?” Not to say that these aren’t people worth talking to. I just don’t know where to start. Therein lies the communication problem. There’s always that awkward moment of post introduction silence.

Most of my time was spent hanging around and watching Greg work his photographer magic, which I have to say is impressive. Most of the photographers there have big cameras and are extremely impersonal and just take shots of people in action. Greg is very personable and he knows everybody and there seems to be a trust and comfort in between him and his subjects. I guess it helps that he has such a good rapport with most of the people there.

Greg also kept introducing me to people that have worked for Donna Karan since our father worked there. Most of the time I had no recollection of who they were with the exception of Patti Cohen, who I think was Donna’s PR person. I’m not positive though. We talked for a little bit. It was nice to catch up but it was a little awkward. It’s strange when you haven’t seen people for 13 years and the last time they saw you, you were waist high on them.

I followed Greg around more as he looked for Donna to take a photo and when we did Greg gave her a kiss on the cheek and he pointed her over to me. She said hello, gave me a kiss and told me I look just like my father, which always makes me smile but also is sort of wrong seeing as though I look mostly like mother. It was nice that she said hello though.

We hung around for awhile longer as Greg got a picture of Donna and her daughter Gabby. Greg also introduced me to Lydia Hearst, Keith Richards’ daughters Theodora and Alexandra as well as their mother Patti, who all were really nice and seemed pretty cool. It sort of seemed apropos but Theodora and Alexandra were also hanging out with Sting’s daughter Mickey Sumner. I guess they all have something in common, eh.

Theodora Richards, Mickey Sumner, and Alexandra Ricahrds as photographed by Greg Kessler

Greg and I left around 11 something and shared a cab with this really tall Czech model Hannah and her friend. I think Hannah was about 6-3 with heels on, which was really intimidating when giving the nice to meet you euro double cheek kiss goodnight and having her bend down about 15 feet for it. We finished the night off at the Belgian Beer bar with a brotherly talk and some alcohol. Good times, if a little out of character.

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Posted by evankessler on October 21, 2004

Congratulations are in order this evening for the Boston Red Sox and their fans as they came back from a 3-0 series deficit to the Yankees, winning the last 4 games to take the AL Championship Series. So this goes out to you Arby, Marie, Zach, Ted Kim, and just really anyone who’s a Sox fan that I know. The Yankees got wrecked by a score of 10-3 and David Ortiz took home ALCS MVP honors. After here that guy talk, he now reminds me of Pedro Cerrano from Major League. He hits like it too.

I almost didn’t actually get to see the game. When I came home from work my brother was settling down with his Czech model friend, Linda to watch Bad Boys. I was almost in shock. I don’t know what’s gayer, Greg wanting to watch a movie with a hot girl who isn’t going to sleep with him, or me actually thinking he should watch the baseball game instead of watching a movie with a hot chick. Don’t answer that. I had to go to a Boxer’s, a bar around the corner to watch the first couple of innings all by my lonesome. Well, there were lots of other people at the bar so I guess I wasn’t alone. I think all of the bar’s in the West Village near me had a majority of Sox fans. This is probably due to the fact that none of them could get into the Riviera so they had to scatter to other bars around the area and turn them into Boston bars. That being said, my brother called me when he was done watching Bad Boys. By the way, doesn’t that seem like a strange movie to be watching at any given time? I mean, turn on TNT on Saturday and you can watch Bad Boys. Imagine this interaction.

Me: Are you going to watch the game (probably the biggest game of the year)?

Greg: No, we’re watching Bad Boys. What time does it start?

Me: (confused) 8pm

Greg: Oh, well then we’ll probably watch the end.

That sort of exchange doesn’t make any sense on the night of a game of such high importance. That being said, I got to see most of the game and by the time I got to watch it at home the game had already gotten out of hand. Anyway, congratulations to the Sox and I hope they win the World Series.

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GO SOX!!!!

Posted by evankessler on October 20, 2004

Tonight I am a Bostonian, mostly because I don’t know the term for someone from Massachusetts (Massachusettsian?) but tonight I will remain a Bostonian and I may let it carry through til tomorrow. I know, I was born in the suburbs of NYC, I’m a Mets fan and I hate the Yankees.

I spent the evening at Time CafĂ© on Great Jones and Lafayette with Arby, Marie, Zach, and the Scotsman watching the Red Sox vs. the New York Yankees in Game 6 of the ALCS. What a game!!! Mark Bellhorn, arguably the crappiest player on the Sox hitting a 3 run homer in the 4th inning to give the Sox the lead for good. The Major League film equivalent would be Roger Dorn (Corbin Bernsen) hitting a grand slam or fielding the ball correctly during the “the Indians are getting better” montage. Curt Schilling would be in the role of Jake Taylor (Tom Berenger) as the aging but wily veteran on his last legs even though he’s not a catcher. I don’t quite have a handle on who would be Willie Mays Hays but that’s not quite where this metaphor ends.

Every pitch after Keith Foulke’s leadoff walk in the bottom of the 9th felt like Rick “Wild Thing” Vaughn vs. Yankees Film slugger Clu Haywood (possibly the worst name in sports movie history). I half expected Lou Brown to come to the mound and tell Foulke, Forget about the curveball Ricky, give ’em the heater”. Though, Foulke’s first name is Keith so this wouldn’t have made much sense but luckily for the Sox, despite the nail biting, Foulke struck out the last batter and the tied the series at 6.

The nail biting had been going on ever since the Bernie Williams HR in the 7th inning and continued on through A-Rod’s 8th inning douchebaggery as he slapped the ball away from Bronson Arroyo who tried to tag him and then acted like he was the victim of a bad call. I hate that guy. The Red Sox, however managed to stave off elimination for a third straight night to force a game 7 at Yankee Stadium which will take place tomorrow night. The Sox are the first team ever to be down 3-0 in a series and come back to force a game 7. I hope they win. I’m tired of the Yankees always being in the World Series. Besides, I’m a Mets fan, and after ’86, the Red Sox deserve another chance.

A. Rod shows his true douchebag colors

Oh, and another sidebar to the evening, 5 beers and a burger and fries later, the bill came to $0 thanks to the fact that Marie works at Time. That being said, I wasn’t a cheapskate, I gave the bartender a $20 tip. Good times. I loved being around genuine sox fans for this game. I really could feel the intensity of the curse and all of their emotion with every pitch. I was nervous every time the Yankees hit a deep fly ball or they had runners in scoring position. The tension was multiplied by the amount of Sox fans surrounding me as the Red Sox contingent around us grew as the game went on. When the game ended the crowd erupted in cheers and their was a good feeling all around and it was impossible not to feel it. I hope Boston pulls it out in 7. GO SOX!!!!

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Debate #3

Posted by evankessler on October 14, 2004

Tonight was Presidential Debate #3 in the party town of Tempe, Arizona and I don’t know if it’s just me, but each successive debate just seems like a rerun of the other. Each candidate uses the same lines, and I get more tired of hearing them not say anything. That being said, I think at least Kerry seems to outline his policies more. Bush just tries to trumpet his accomplishments, which may or may not have occurred. Probably the most telling moment out of the three debates was during the town hall formatted debate in which a member of the audience had asked him to identify three mistakes. Instead of showing humanity, he showed stubbornness and talked about things that he has done that were not mistakes. This is a person who will never learn from his experiences, he’ll just press on with what he feels is right and will fail to recognize the harm his actions have on other people, and I for one cannot vote for someone who refuses to take any accountability for the effects of his actions. So, come November 2nd, I hope anyone reading this will vote for John Kerry. He may be an ugly dude, but he’ll be a better president than George W. Bush.

Wow, okay, enough of politics. Anyway, I’ve spent pretty much all of this week in so I don’t have much in the way of excitement other than watching the debate. I feel as though the last two weeks have been devoid of social activity. I feel as though I have been very introverted. I think for the most part other people aren’t going out as much. I spoke to Jessica Smith on the phone Tuesday night and she echoed that she hadn’t really done anything either. I think the reason for people’s hesitancy to go out on the town is pretty simple. Everyone is sort of bummed that it’s now getting colder and realize that they have to wear a jacket. This serves as an immediate deterrent for only a couple of weeks ago, it was shorts and a t shirt and you’re ready to go. It was the ultimate in comfort. Summer turns to fall and everyone goes into shock that it’s jacket weather so you start to hear the words, “it’s so frickin’ cold outside” even though it’s only 59. Well, get ready people, its going to be much colder in the not so distant future. I propose that it’s time we start to get off our asses and warm ourselves up with some liquor. Who’s in? I’m hitting up Dark Light or whatever the held it’s called on Thursday. I know that place sucks and has shitty music, but my friends Sierra and Stacey are bartending. Let’s go!!! We can go somewhere better afterwards.

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PJ Harvey @ Hammerstein Ballroom

Posted by evankessler on October 8, 2004

There’s only two words to describe PJ Harvey’s show at the Hammerstein Ballroom tonight, Fucking Awesome!!! I had never seen her in concert before and she did not disappoint. Ms. Harvey scowled and howled like a banshee and showed off her Rock Goddess swagger onstage tonight opening up with a note perfect version the title track off her1995 album To Bring You My Love which was immediately followed by The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore, pretty much establishing a dark tone for the evening’s performance.

If you were a fan of PJ’s more upbeat and hopeful songs from 2000’s Stories From The City, Stories from The Sea you probably were not going to get much satisfaction from tonight’s show as she focused on material from her newest album Uh Huh Her and the darker numbers from her earlier releases. While I was familiar with much of the material, I don’t know the titles for all of her songs so I’m not going to rattle off every song she played and describe every nuance of her performance. However, I was surprised with just how hard she rocked. I think I could’ve taken some of my friends who are really into metal and they would’ve thought “this chick kicks ass!” It was a hard and heavy hour and a half highlighted by songs like “Who the fuck?” “A Perfect Day Elise”, “Down By The Water” “Meet Ze Monsta” “The Letter” and “Cat on the Wall”, just to name a few.

She came out for two separate encores and during her 2nd encore was playing a song solo acoustic and broke a string, so she had to get a new guitar and start over again. She rarely spoke a word to the audience except for a proper British “thank you” after every song, but the crowd didn’t seem to mind and I certainly didn’t. I was too busy rocking out.

Well, I don’t know how I’m going to top this week. Wilco and PJ Harvey, can you beat that? Two great concerts in one great week. I will sleep well tonight. The weekend is not far away. And there was much rejoicing. Oh and if I get the PJ Harvey setlist I may just post it beneath here. Ok, I just found it. Here it is.

PJ HARVEY OCTOBER 7,2004@ Hammerstein Ballroom
To Bring You My Love
The Whores Hustle and the Hustlers Whore
Who the Fuck?
The Letter
A Perfect Day Elise
You Come Through
Plants and Rags
Down By the Water
Pocket Knife
Meet Ze Monsta
Cat On the Wall
The Life and Death of Mr. Badmouth
I Think I’m a Mother
50ft. Queenie
Uh Huh Her
The Dancer

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Vegetarian Cuisine

Posted by evankessler on October 7, 2004

Tonight, I met up with old college buddies Rob Goodman, Reva Goldberg, and Samantha Hahn for dinner at Zen Palate on Union Square East. For those not familiar with Zen Palate it’s a Vegetarian Asian restaurant.

Now, I myself don’t consider myself highly adaptable to the Vegetarian lifestyle to begin with, seeing as I rely on various meats for a large portion of my diet. That being said, I’ve eaten at Zen Palate before but because of my reluctance to eat fake meat I tend to stick to the things that are identifiable as vegetables. So last time I was there I had vegetable dumplings which usually just contain mushrooms or spinach or carrots and the like.
This time I decided I would be a little more adventurous but not really. I ordered a dish called Rose Petals which was described as “Home Made Soy Pasta in a Sweet Rice Ginger Sauce with Garden Vegetables”. I thought to myself, “this sounds like the least creepy fake meat thing I can find. The description didn’t wreak of the this will taste exactly like chicken deception that vegetarians like to bestow upon their less than worthy bovine and fowl substitutes.” I just figured, okay, I can do pasta and vegetables. However when the meal came, the soy pasta thing was shaped to sort of look like a sliced grilled chicken breast. At least, that’s what it looked like to me. When I bit into it, I half expected it to taste like chicken and half expected it to taste like pasta. As my taste buds gripped the mysterious food particles, they had a nearly impossible time discerning what they were presently encountering, sending a “what the fuck is this supposed to be?” message to my brain.

Herein lies my problem with the vegetarian culture; If I’m eating something and it’s bouncing around my taste buds, I kind of like to know what is in my mouth. I like knowing if it’s a dead chicken or a dead cow. I find it comforting that if you were to ask me to point to a picture of what is currently satisfying my hunger, I’d be able to identify the large, fat, brown and white mammal grazing in a pasture and getting tipped over by hicks. On the other hand, tell me I’m eating “Steamed Cabbage Leaves with Soy Gluten, Low-Cal Conjex” I’d soon picture one of those molecular chains (C=0-0=C) and wonder how many covalent bonds it contains. I don’t want that in my mouth much less my body. I think the people I was with liked the food and I didn’t hate it completely. I just felt like I had consumed something I shouldn’t have that was dissolving it’s chemical makeup and was destined to form unnatural chemical bonds with the molecular make-up of my stomach causing a reverse peristaltic reaction. This has not happened as of yet and I am thankful, but I am going to stop with the vegetarian cuisine for awhile, unless I can clearly identify the sum of its parts.

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Wilco @ Radio City 10/05

Posted by evankessler on October 6, 2004

I just got back from a wonderful evening of live music at Radio City Music Hall. Rich Burrier, Maureen Hoban, Laura Renga, and myself had tickets to go see Wilco with the Fiery Furnaces opening up. Laura and Maureen hated the Fiery Furnaces but I didn’t mind them so much. I have the album on recommendation from Ross Alvord, and I kind of like it. Not all of it, but most of it. That being said, we only caught about half of their performance.

Jeff Tweedy, John Stiratt, Glen Kotche, and the rest of the revolving sidemen known as Wilco took the stage a little after 9, perhaps 9:30 with the light piano pop bounce of Hummingbird complete with video monitors showing apropos images. The band rattled off two more songs off of their most recent release A Ghost Is Born. During Muzzle of Bees the monitor showed Bees (crazy!) and during Hell is Chrome the screen showed pictures of earth. Not that it’s too interesting, I just thought I would tell you more of the video images. After showing off some of their new material the crowd really seemed to respond to “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart” which was followed by one of my Summerteeth favorites “A Shot In The Arm”. I thought we’d hear a long string of new songs after the band went back and played a song off of “A Ghost Is Born” but they mixed up nicely after that point. The highlight for me was “Via Chicago” which is one of my favorite songs of all time. I had never heard it played live and this was probably my 5th or 6th time seeing them. It really hit me by surprise because I heard the opening chord and I knew it but I never expect them to sing a song with the word “Chicago” in it when they are in New York, which seems really stupid, I know. Why wouldn’t they. Anyway, It was perfect. It may have been even better than on the album. There’s something about the sour heartbroken guitar solos in that song that seems to put me in this weird plane of consciousness where it’s the only thing I’m aware of at the moment.

Shortly after “Via Chicago” Jeff spoke to the audience saying that he was hesitant to play in New York when the band played Town Hall on September 26th of 2001. At first I thought maybe he was talking about “Ashes of American Flags” but then they broke into “Jesus, Etc.” and I could understand what he was talking about seeing as the lyrics are “Tall buildings shake, voices escape singing sad sad songs…” and another part which contains the lyric “…skyscrapers are scraping together…”. “Ashes of American Flags” followed immediately.

Jeff had also mentioned at one point that his family was in the crowd. I actually think they were sitting two rows directly in front of us. Unfortunately, one row in front of us were the Biologically Engineered Superfans who jumped up everytime they heard a rock guitar and drums but slumped back in their seats every time there was a slow song they didn’t know. Which managed to piss off the crowd behind them who just wanted to sit and enjoy the show.
However, Jeff passively urged the crowd to stand up before they broke into “Theologians” and the crowd obliged. He said that this portion of the show would rock and we took his word for it. It’s hard to argue when the lead singer asks you to get on your feet and everyone else stand up blocking your line of sight. The band held up their end of the bargain and burst into “I’m the Man Who Loves You” followed by “Poor Places” and “Reservations” Before finally closing out the set with “Spiders (Kidsmoke)”.

Before the band took the stage Fred Armisen from SNL took the stage and did a little bit as his Latino Comic with a drum. If you’ve seen the Wilco documentary than you know why he was on stage. He didn’t really stay out for too long, maybe two minutes at the most and then the band was back on, kicking off the encore with “Candyfloss” and ending the 1st encore three songs later with “I’m A Wheel”.

The crowd’s craving for live Wilco was not sated yet as they held out for a second encore. The band opened with “Passenger Side” off of their debut album A.M. and continued with “California Stars” which I think I’ve heard every time I’ve seen them. Jeff Tweedy then went on a short political rant about the importance of voting and passively urged the audience to vote for Kerry. Well, maybe not so passively, he said, and I paraphrase, that if you are thinking about voting for Bush, maybe you should seek therapy. The band then appropriately segued into “War on War” and closed the show with a song that they said Jim O’Rourke turned them on to. I’m not sure what it was called. I think it was called “Be Not So Fearful” or something like that. I’m going to look it up.

Overall it was a fantastic show. Probably the best Wilco show I’ve seen since the Bowery Ballroom show when Yankee Hotel Foxtrot came out in April of 2002. Good times everybody good times. I really need to thank Marie Camaya for coming up huge with the tickets. You are the fucking best. I owe you big time. PJ Harvey on Thursday!!!!!

Here’s the Wilco Setlist. I might be off a little bit.

Wilco@ Radio City 10/5/04
Muzzle of Bees
Hell Is Chrome
I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
A Shot In The Arm
At Least That’s What You Said
Via Chicago
Handshake Drugs
Jesus, Etc.
Ashes of American Flags
I’m The Man Who Loves You
Poor Places
Spiders (Kidsmoke)

1st Encore:
The Late Greats
I’m A Wheel

2nd Encore:
Passenger Side
California Stars
War on War
Be Not So Fearful (Bill Fay cover?)

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Presidential Debate

Posted by evankessler on October 1, 2004

Tonight I got home just in time for the presidential debate after a long day at work. I settled down in front of the TV with Sean Maddison and some Japanese food. This was one of the more important political events in recent memory, or at least in the last 4 years since the last debate. I don’t count the war as a political event, it was a presidential decision so I’m not discounting that. My definition of political events involves the pandering to the American public for approval. That being said, I think Kerry came out on top as he appeared confident and poised most of the time. The President was stumbling and often appeared to be searching for words. I’m a little biased as I’ve long since lost any faith I might have had in this President’s ability to carry out his job. Someone made the point to me recently that a lot of people like President Bush because he’s the type of guy you’d like in your backyard for a barbecue. Why would you want the President in the backyard for a barbecue? So you can talk to him about football or the pennant race? Fuck that. I’d rather have a President who seemed liked he had something more important to do than bullshit because he’s too busy running a country. I don’t want to talk to him about eating good burgers and fishing in Texas. I can do that with people that aren’t supposed to be running the country. I want my President to be much smarter than me. I don’t get that feeling from President Bush. Check out this link http://homepage.mac.com/njenson/movies/sovereignty.html Now, I don’t really have any idea how to answer this question but I would hope my President would be able to and not be laughed while attempting to do so, after nearly four years in office. I’d rather have a President who was made fun of because he was boring over one who is made fun of for being stupid.

Okay, enough of that. I’m not so good at the political speak and that’s not my only reason for liking Kerry over Bush but I’m not as good about writing about political doctrine and the likes. I leave that to the professionals. Also, the Daily Show had a great segment tonight about undecided voters in which Samantha Bee yelled at undecided voters saying something along the lines of, “Why can’t you make a fucking decision undecided voters! These two candidates are as different as night and day.” You should check it out. It’s pretty funny. It’ll probably be on the http://www.comedycentral.com webpage tomorrow under the Daily show section. Okay, time to go to bed. Goodnight.

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