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ZZA

oh, how i wish i had a pizza oven, wish i had a pizza cousin, wish i had a nice slice now…. pizza is my favorite food, i eat pizza in any mood, there’s hardly a slice  that isn’t good, i’m glad there’s pizza in my neighborhood!

Milwaukee, Via Chicago

Jon and I went to see Wilco in Milwaukee last night at the Riverside Theater.  After spending the previous night locked out of my apartment, yesterday morning wasn’t the best either.  I waited for 2 hours until a man named Igor unlocked the door for me.  It was then hectic for a while, running about town and catching buses and trains until I eventually ended up in the passenger seat of Jon’s car.  We drove up   I-94 eager to see one of our favorite bands play a presumably stellar set.  This was now to be the third state in the continental US that Jon and I have seen Wilco, which is pretty neat.  We were hungry when we arrived in Milwaukee, and Jon knew just the place for us.  The Pizza Shuttle.  I bought two slices of sausage and two 20oz Fixed Gear American Red Ales, for $7.  My cousin Sean and his girlfriend met us up at the Shuttle, right before lift off.  (Get it? Because it’s called the Pizza Shuttle, and we we’re going to have an awesome time?) Anyways, we hung out for a bit before Jon and I left to go find parking.  We found a garage a few blocks away from Riverside, and we started to walk to the venue.  When we got there the man at the box office told us doors wouldn’t open for an hour, so me and Jon decided to go grab a drink.  Two packed bars and one crazy Jesus preacher later, we were still trying to find a place to get a drink.  We found a smaller, low key place called the Port of Call.  It was very well priced and their waitstaff was great.  Jon and I sat around talking about the Bears and the Packers in a civil manner, while drinking some more Fixed Gears.  We decided we didn’t care about Nick Lowe, the opener, so we’d get there in time for Wilco.  We still had to put up with Lowe for a while, and he was surprisingly enjoyable, especially since he’s old as fuck.  Wilco was up next, it would be monumental.  

Wilco had this awesome stage decor set-up, with tons of ghost shaped cloth pieces dangling from the ceiling, as their backdrop. (See below)

They were incredible.  It wasn’t my favorite set I’ve seen Wilco play, but it was one of the most enjoyable ones, and they played songs I didn’t think I’d ever hear live, like Can’t Stand It, Poor Places, and Art of Almost.  We sat in the 7th row, but nobody was sitting in their seats, everyone just stood and rocked for the whole show.  The concert was super solid, from start to finish.  No one wanted it to end it seemed. Here’s the set.

Afterwards Jon and I headed home, stopping only to get gas and food, before Jon politely dropped me off, completing the journey across state lines in a triumphant manner.  

I gotta go back to a shitty part of Wisconsin on Thursday, and I may stop at Pizza Shuttle just because I rule.