It’s always a treat to catch Wilco anywhere, but Red Rocks (or “Rust Rocks” as Jeff Tweedy said was a little more appropriate) makes it that much more special. With the incomparable Margo Price handling opening duties, this was an incredible night on The Rocks!
Breath rose from shivering bones lined out the front doors of the historic Paramount Theatre last Thursday night. Fans emerged from beneath hats, scarves, and heavy coats as they entered from the zero degree tundra of 16th Street. Thursday night stripped away the guitar magic of Nels Cline and percussive poetry of Glenn Kotche and presented a grand opportunity to hear the songs of one of folk music’s most evolving musicians in the way they were written – just a man and his guitar.
Listen Up Denver! got to sit down with Cline as the band was in the midst of their spring tour. He had just crawled out of his bunk on a tour bus in southern Alabama and was sipping coffee as he stared out the window at the band’s crew playing football outside. For the most part, Cline is a regular guy, with regular problems and bills to pay just like the rest of us. The difference is, he pays those bills by playing guitar in Wilco.