Sky Blue Sky

Today's Music That Jason is Not All That Jazzed About is Sky Blue Sky, by Wilco. Before I discuss this album, let's get something straight. I'm not really a Wilco fan. I've given them plenty of chances, having listened to both Summerteeth and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot through probably a dozen times each. I couldn't get excited about either album, though. I did like parts of A Ghost is Born, and thought that it was overall a pretty good album. (Maybe a full review will show up sometime.)

Anyway, this album didn't really do anything for me. There were parts of it that I liked - track #5 had a brief moment of actual excitement when somebody accidentally played an electric guitar solo - but it was largely unaffecting. The overall sound is simply too laid-back and uninvolved; I suppose that pot or very strong cough syrup would lend itself to enhancing the listening experience, but rather than mess with either of those things, I would prefer to listen to more interesting music. It's not that the music is actively bad, but by the end of the album I was praying for Ted Nugent to show up and shoot an arrow through the disc. This album just wasn't engaging enough for me - it's borderline Jack Johnson boring, almost enough to make the Grateful Dead seem dangerous by comparison. Also, the album title is just short of terrible.

In short, this album may have confirmed my belief that Wilco is the new Eagles. If you like Wilco, I won't think less of you, but if you try to tell me how cool they are at a party, I will probably introduce you to someone else who likes Wilco and then spend the rest of the time avoiding you.

In Other News:
I'm not sure if I want a hug today or someone to shove me to the ground and yell a little bit. Maybe it's just too early. Patience, Jason, the gym will be there when you get done at work.