{"id":20451,"date":"2011-08-05T12:25:06","date_gmt":"2011-08-05T10:25:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk:80\/wordpress-3\/?p=20451"},"modified":"2011-08-05T12:25:06","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T10:25:06","slug":"darlige-oplevelser","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.jensunmack.dk\/wordpress-3\/darlige-oplevelser\/","title":{"rendered":"D\u00e5rlige oplevelser"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Guardian bringer en lang artikel om nogle af de v\u00e6rste koncerter, “man” har v\u00e6ret til. <\/a>F\u00f8rst fort\u00e6ller en lang r\u00e6kke musikere – og lavpunktet her er vel Tina Weymouths beretning om den sidste Talking Heads-koncert nogensinde. Derefter er det anmeldernes tur. Michael Hann mindes en koncert med Wilco i 1997:<\/p>\n

Maybe if I’d known about Jeff Tweedy’s problems \u2013 the migraines, the addiction to painkillers to control them, the depressive illnesses \u2013 I’d have been more understanding. But there’s having problems, and there’s taking those problems out on 2,000 people who’ve paid to see you. Wilco mythology holds this as the gig where Tweedy (above) lost his temper with an unenthusiastic audience; my memory is different. I recall a musician who, from the start of the gig \u2013 the last of a world tour \u2013 gave every sign of wanting to be anywhere else. Going through the motions would be too generous a description: there was no motion about the set whatever. That’s why the audience lost interest. And that, in turn, is when Tweedy started cursing and castigating us. One reviewer said this was the point at which the gig caught fire. Again, my memory is different: this was the point at which the band stopped giving half a stuff about what anyone thought. And for the encore? Tweedy didn’t even bother coming out. Instead a roadie emerged to sing a ramshackle version of Black Sabbath’s Iron Man. There’s a coda. A while later I was buying CDs at the Virgin Megastore in central London. Jeff Tweedy was at the till next to me. I turned to him, smiling, and said I had tickets to see Wilco the following evening, and that I hoped he was feeling happier than he had been last time he’d been in London. “I’ll feel however the fuck I want to fucking feel,” he said, or something along those lines, and turned away. Fuck you, too, Jeff.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Jeg t\u00e6nker s\u00e5 p\u00e5 Jens’ indl\u00e6g om uvenskabet i New Order og kommer uvilk\u00e5rligt til at t\u00e6nke p\u00e5, om der ikke var gode grunde til at Uncle Tupelo gik i opl\u00f8sning, da Jay Farrar gik i vrede. Min anelse er, at en god del af \u00e5rsagen kan have v\u00e6ret herren ovenfor.<\/p>\n

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The Guardian bringer en lang artikel om nogle af de v\u00e6rste koncerter, “man” har v\u00e6ret til. F\u00f8rst fort\u00e6ller en lang r\u00e6kke musikere – og lavpunktet her er vel Tina Weymouths beretning om den sidste Talking Heads-koncert nogensinde. Derefter er det anmeldernes tur. Michael Hann mindes en koncert med Wilco i 1997: Maybe if I’d known … L\u00e6s videre D\u00e5rlige oplevelser<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n