South DaCola music club w/ Son Volt
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Right after ‘Straightaways’ came out Son Volt played the Pomp Room, it was an amazing show except for the fact that a bunch of prick frat boys showed up and crowed the stage and if you weren’t wearing a American Eagle hat (slightly tattered) they told you to sit down. Why do frat boys have to ruin good shows?
Here is a review by Amazon.com,
When Jeff Tweedy and Jay Farrar, his former partner in Uncle Tupelo, split up in 1994, the common wisdom was that Tweedy was the melodic and optimistic Paul McCartney of the team, while Farrar was the cathartic and moody John Lennon. That analogy seemed to stand up when Wilco’s debut disc A.M. was sweet and tuneful, while the first album by Farrar’s Son Volt, Trace, was angst-ridden country-rock. Tweedy transcended his pigeonhole with the diverse, ambitious Being There, but Farrar remains trapped in his on Son Volt’s follow-up Straightaways, a more laid-back, understated version of Trace. Farrar does one thing really well, and that is his use of a gravelly baritone and suspended guitar chords to capture the exhaustion and desperation of a man at the end of his rope. Unfortunately, he tends to do it over and over and over again. –Geoffrey Himes