Kendall, Leah, and I are heading out to Chicago on Thursday for two weeks. Yikes, is that too long of a period to spend with family? Will I be fully regressed into my 12-year-old self by Saturday? Probably, but we’re all looking forward to the trip. I’m just kicking myself that we weren’t there this weekend. Last night my brother-in-law’s band headlined Lollapalooza, a Chicago-based music festival I attended two years ago. I watched the video simulcast and was dazzled by the debut of the new Nudie suits worn by all of the band—spectacular! And Dave Max Crawford and his horn section, the Total Pros, were playing with Wilco which is always great. Here’s a brief clip from last night so you can see the amazing new threads:
And then, to really make me want to shoot myself for not being there, this afternoon Jeff threw out the opening pitch at the Cubs game! WTF? All of Wilco was there, and they sang “Take Me Out to the Ball Game” during the Seventh-Inning Stretch. I’m just sorry my nephew Spencer wasn’t there since he’s such a baseball fan—we’re picking him up from camp next Friday. Jeff even got his own Cubs uniform with Tweedy on the back. That has to be the greatest honor any Chicagoan (even one who grew up in southern Illinois like Jeff) could ever receive—much better than winning a stupid Grammy or playing at Carnegie Hall or the Hollywood Bowl!
Here are some photos from earlier today, direct from my sister’s iPhone:
How cute are Sue and Jeff in that last shot? I don’t think I’ve been at a Cubs game, I’m sorry to say, since my grandfather’s clothing store, Karoll’s Red Hanger Shop, sponsored the game and I got to sit in the press box with Jack Brickhouse.
Jeff will be on the road during most of our visit, including a concert in Massachusetts that will be attended by the youngest, most devoted Wilco fan I know. His name is Ben and he’s the son of a guy I used to work with at my old New England-based publishing company, Heinemann. I’ve never heard of a seven-year-old who was so into Jeff’s music. Apparently Ben is completely obsessed and plays Wilco day and night. He made the following video of himself singing “Shot in the Arm.” His dad told me that Ben didn’t really understand some of the lyrics, thank God. But how many seven-year-olds are interested in this kind of music?
What a cool kid! Four days until we hit the Windy City. Sue, please meet us at the airport with three Superdawgs and a Lou Malnati's pizza.