Let's Go (So We Can Get Back)
Fifty pages into Jeff Tweedy's 2017 autobiography Let's Go (So We Can Get Back) I felt a kinship with the vocalist/guitarist of the band Wilco. Not that I have any musical talent - I abandoned piano lessons when I was about ten, though I did sing in church choirs for several years. Moreso the mindset, the attitude. The tendency toward introspection, and introversion. Interspliced with social activity, often due to obligation. Thankfully I also never shared Tweedy's struggle with addictions to pharmaceuticals. All of the above are transparently expressed in this highly readable tome. The backstory of Jeff's upbringing was at times uncomfortably honest. The sketches of his parents were more than cursory psychoanalysis, with some resemblance to the folks who raised me. Some. Enough to feel as if someone all those years ago had been hiding in the eaves, observing and documenting. I also didn't grow up in a small town like Bellevill...
