Wilco has become the band that is defined as, "Dad Rock." Well I don't have any kids, and have never knocked a woman up in my life, you know? I swear! I love Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, so they're wrong. The post 9/11 vibe of some songs are enough to send shivers down your spine, while the versatility of the songs is varied enough to summon multiple emotions in the listener. That's what good music does, you know? So I bought this record at my local Best Buy store, and called up my best friend Leet Larry, when I noticed there was a bonus CD copy included. I had already owned the CD prior to the vinyl, so there was no use in having two copies, you know? I was like, "Larry! I've got a free CD to give you, and you're gonna love it." Larry rode his bike to my house as fast as he could, because honestly, I kind of tricked him and said it was the new Gunther album, which is Larry's favorite musician. I guess I shot myself in the foot with that one, cuz Larry was immediately biased toward the Wilco album, as he said, "This sounds like somethin my Dad would listen to Eugene!" I was like, "Shut up Larry, we both know your dad used to listen to Pantera all the time." By LP2 Larry was a little more convinced, but still squirmed like he was being slowly tortured. He didn't want the CD copy either but I insisted he take it. He didn't take it so I put it in his mail box, you know? Contrary to how Larry felt about it, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is perhaps the most important album of Wilco's career, and deserves to be listened to.
I would recommend this to a friend
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