What's with the homeless guy in the hat? That is Mr. Jeff Tweedy ... singer, musician, poet, greatest lyricist of a generation .. and Wilco front man. I mean ... look at him. The unkempt, just-rolled-out-of-bed crumple-ness of him. Check out the disheveled hair, days old whiskeres, rumbled, untucked shirt. And what's with that hat? What am I thinking?
In the real world, I'd avoid him. I'd assume he was here to fix the furnace, and be on my way. I'd think he smelled and spent all his time devouring the lasted X-Men comic.
That's what you say.
Who would guess that when he opened his mouth to sing, out came pure beauty. A voice so sweet and words so luxurious that each word sounds like melting chocolate; songs that greet me like a Grandma's warm hug. He can yearn like no other, and the man can scream...best screamer in rock-n-roll.
I think I'm jealous. I wish I had his gift to make people feel more. That the words I use, phrases I create could put butterflies in folks' stomachs (what the phrase, "The night is dissolving in a cup God lifts to toast the lightening" does to me.)
But I have a plan -- a dastardly plan to show the world the beauty and genius of JT & Wilco. You see... when you call my cell phone, you hear Wilco's Heavy Metal Drummer. And when you hear it, you will think, "Hey, that sounds like a pretty good song. I wonder who it is?"
And I will laugh manically, "Ha Haaaa... you like Wilco. Mua-ha-ha-ha."
And I will convert the world to Wilco -- one call at at time.
And you will get what's with the scruffy guy in the wool hat.
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