Saturday, August 28, 2004
Will Break for Tweedy
My boy V had an extra Wilco ticket the other week and put an ad on Craigslist - "show up at 7pm on specified corner, dance for your ticket."
Five folks showed up, and V put the speakers in the window and started blasting some Yankee Hotel. They started swaying and lurching, doing their indie-kid best to get they grooves on. Then, around the corner came another hipster, but this guy was prepared. He threw down a ducktaped together cardboard breakdancing mat (looking like he had just assembled it in his cubicle as soon as 5 o clock rolled around.) Scrawled on the mat in big black ink, "I break for Tweedy!"
Dude was poppin' and lockin' and straight body rockin' while the other guys tried to keep dancing like it was even still a contest, which it wasn't. It was over.
Five folks showed up, and V put the speakers in the window and started blasting some Yankee Hotel. They started swaying and lurching, doing their indie-kid best to get they grooves on. Then, around the corner came another hipster, but this guy was prepared. He threw down a ducktaped together cardboard breakdancing mat (looking like he had just assembled it in his cubicle as soon as 5 o clock rolled around.) Scrawled on the mat in big black ink, "I break for Tweedy!"
Dude was poppin' and lockin' and straight body rockin' while the other guys tried to keep dancing like it was even still a contest, which it wasn't. It was over.
