Wilco

I had a ticket to see Wilco in London way back in 1997. Then, a few days before, my step father died and I went home and missed the concert. Since then, for one reason or another I've always been otherwise engaged with uncancel-able things whenever they've played. And since then again, they've release what is my favourite album of the decade so far, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.



So, of course, like a total dick, I completely forgot about buying a ticket for last night's Berlin show until three days ago.
Needn't have worried, though, cos I got a ticket, and as it happens, it didn't seem to be sold out anyway. If you know Berlin, it was at Postbahnhof. If not, then, pfff, the venue holds maybe 800-1000 people. I saw The Arcade Fire there earlier this year and it was rammed, but last night was nicely filled: room to move, but not sparse.



Long time readers of Flip Flop Flying will know that I like to complain about things at concerts, but last night was spot on.
I arrived, got a beer, wandered into the main room and ended up right down the front on the side. Really good view (I could see the shoes of the band), no tall people in front of me. Hurrah. And within ten minutes, the band were on.



And they were magnificent. A big chunk of songs off A Ghost Is Born (Spiders was utterly fantastic) and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and a smattering of songs off other releases. Played for nigh on two hours, encores (something I tend to dislike normally) were played and deserved due to the crowd's massive amount of come-back-on-you-Wilcos type noise, and it was all over by a very respectable 10pm, and I was home in time to catch the miserable bottom of the 9th of the Red Sox/Yankees game.