|Mark Olson, perfectly imperfect. Pics by Nate, more below.|
Thursday, January 20
Better Than: A trip to the Detroit Lakes DMV to get tags for Uncle Brian's Civic, though maybe not an Uncle Tupelo reunion.
So after all these years, here we were -- the 80-percent male, 30-percent divorced, undeniably (if not yet unashamedly) balding Jayhawks loyalists -- as odd-couple Jayhawks bandleaders Mark Olson and Gary Louris picked up their guitars and started in on the ragged, pleasantly dissonant opening chords of "Waiting for the Sun." For the band's faithful, this reunion was a long time coming. The Jayhawks - the real Jayhawks, not the incomplete facsimile that had soldiered on for several records too many under Louris' sole leadership, but the real fucking deal, the unspeakably influential country-rock pioneers - were right there before our eyes. After the better part of two decades, Louris, Olson and a dream lineup (bassist Marc Pearlman, keyboardist Karen Grotberg, and drummer Tim O'Reagan) culled from the band's extensive history commenced a front-to-back recreation of 1992's Hollywood Town Hall, the record that -- argue among yourselves, but we're sticking with this one -- invented alt country as we know it.
And how we hollered. How triumphantly and perhaps a little too forcefully we clapped one another on the back. How we purchased $8 Budweisers without regret.More »