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A Ghost Is Born

A Ghost Is Born


A Ghost Is Born

Things have been tough for Wilco. If bearing the weight of much of
the entire early alt-country movement on their back wasn’t enough, much
of the press has seen fit to grant them another burdensome title to
schlep around — “Saviors of Rock.” Always premature, such worship has
nearly toppled more than one lofty talent (Radiohead comes to mind),
and Wilco’s gut-wrenchingly beautiful fifth outing, A Ghost Is Born, is a fitting testament to the trials and triumphs of such pressures.


For one, singer, lead songwriter and unofficial head-of-state
Jeff Tweedy, formally known only as a musician and a poet, has now
become, quite publicly, a drug addict. It isn’t terribly surprising,
but it’s no less painful, especially if you’ve seen the 2001
documentary I Am Trying to Break Your Heart,
which charts the migraine-inducing band tension that led to Tweedy’s
painkiller abuse. His early-April stint in rehab led to cancelled tour
dates and a delayed album release.

And yes, there is much in A Ghost is Born to suggest
symptoms of drastic lineup changes and having documentary footage of
you vomiting marketed all over the Sam Goody planet. Numbers like “Hell
is Chrome” and “Less Than You Think” are brutal in their tight-lipped,
minimalism — songs for a man who keeps his migraine eyes shut tight
against the sun’s rays. Tweedy paints a gray world where “your mind’s a
machine,” people are “buried in sound,” and hell “welcome[s] with open

But then there’s Tweedy’s Telecaster. If much of Ghost sounds like 2002’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
compacted into stainless steel — the drums grip-lock tight, the bass
throbbing, the keyboards cold and dense — Tweedy’s redemptive guitar
is the glint on its shiny surface. With former lead guitarist Jay
Bennett gone, Tweedy is left alone to cuts ragged glory through
extended tunes like “Spiders (Kidsmoke)” and “Handshake Drugs.” On the
opener, the Neil Young ode “At Least That’s What You Said,” Tweedy’s
tortured six-string answers his lover with five minutes of squeaks and
squalls — a solo that’s harrowing purely in its willingness to
embarrass everyone in the room.

The road to rehab is a long one, as is the round to rock stardom. But thankfully, A Ghost is Born
isn’t about designer drugs, one-night stands or record company
manipulation; it’s about having a rough time of it and getting the hell
through it. In “Handshake Drugs,” Tweedy could be any one of us,
shifty-eyed and loaded on the wrong side of town. But with his band,
he’s got a way out and an amp to plug into.

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<p><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span >John lives and works in Philadelphia.<span >  </span>More interesting is that he plays guitar for a band call the Thinking Machines (www.myspace.com/thinkingmachines).<span >  </span>These things keep him busy enough.<span >  </span>The rest is spent listening to Mogwai, Nick Drake, the National, John Fahey, and the screech of the subway.<span >  </span>New and wilder sounds await, though.<span >  </span>Next fall and grad school will take him to New York, Boston, or Washington D.C where his writing will at least score some academic credit if not a few bucks. For now, it's all for the love of the game . . .</span></span></p>