Some nefarious music hounds from Decatur twisted my outsized ego into creating a dialogue littered with opinionated recommendations and myopic rants. Therefore, to put a smidgen of decency back into nepotism, I have stolen the title "Sweet Talk" in homage of my father who had a weekly sports and leisure column of the same in the early 70's that was syndicated in several small town newspapers in the land the gods made great, New England (sans Connecticut of course). Luckily this space will focus more on sporting leisure, my favorite kind.
No, this is not the begining of some sick joke from the desperate minds of Uncle Tupelo fans everywhere, but an honest to goodness tale of astronomical coincidence from Tweedy’s mouth. The best part is the end of the story where Tweedy mimics the conversation. Oh, to be “that” guy.
Hey, this youtube recording shows Tweedy playing kidsmoke solo-acoustic. It might be easy to learn watching him.
Tony
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKIAm0LVAtE