Tweedy

She excitedly asks me if I’ve heard of the band “Wilco”. When I tell her no, she demands I stop everything I’m doing and listen to the albums 3 A.M. and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.

My sister and I always had a way of connecting with music. Eight years gone she now is, but through the music, she lives on.

My favorite performance of a night filled with highlights was a little number called “Nobody lives anymore”.

Give it a listen.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?