No you aren’t dreaming, no the coffee hasn’t gone to your head, and no we aren’t teasing…surprise! We’ve got our paws on one pair of tickets to hand off to an attentive True Endeavors music fan who missed the chance to buy seats for this coveted sold-out performance. These boys will be plugging their gear in at the Overture Center this Saturday February 20 at 7:30 with openers Califone.
How to win?
Answer the question below and we’ll randomly pick from our fave responses! Good luck….
For their 2003 documentary I Am Trying To Break Your Heart WILCO recorded “Be Not So Fearful” by Bill Fay, one of front-man Jeff Tweedy’s musical inspirations. The lyrics croon “Be not so nervous, Be not so frail…Be not so fearful, Be not so pale….” What crazy thing would you do in order to see WILCO in concert if fear was removed from the equation? Winner will be announced in the comments on Friday!
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I would Snow Blow my drive way in a Bikini for the rest of the winter!
Donning nothing but a Busch beer half-shirt and pair of short-shorts, I will pull on a pair of Legg’s pantyhose (with a reinforced toe) filled with chocolate pudding.
I will then play “We Are the World” on my tenor saxophone to show my support of Haiti.
As I play, my lovely masked assistants, Connie and Gwen, will slather peanut butter and jelly over all exposed areas of my body; they will then affix Wonder bread to my PB&J-covered form.
I will conclude my performance by “stripping” — pulling the many slices of bread off by body and tossing them to lucky audience members.
i love wilco
I would go to a Republican Tea Party rally wearing my I LOVE BARRACK OBAMA t-shit.
T-Shirt says “I LOVE BARRACK OBAMA” on the front and “DICK CHANEY EATS KITTENS” on the back.
I would walk in Madison wearing a “Tea Party” shirt. Way scarier than what Burt’s proposing.
Oh, that’s an easy one: I’d listen to nothing but ‘The Conet Project: Recordings of Shortwave Numbers Stations’ for a week straight. Beat that, Wilco completists!
well, ive already vowed to name my first child ‘Jeff Tweedy Ross’ so i would probably name my second kid ‘Nels Gleen Ross’ or maybe ‘John Micheal Ross’ haha all those are good.
unprotected sex with Mike Tyson on stage during the song summer teeth.
If there is nothing to fear…
I would attempt to give a witty answer, knowing full well I wouldn’t do the things I was attempting to describe. But… I would say I would and describe in such a manner, that viewing such a composition would illicit such deep emotions from the reader (such as a feeling of warmth, disgust, or (insert emotion)), that I would be considered part of a select few in discussion for consideration to receive tickets to see the awe-inspiring band that is WILCO.
If I was indeed chosen… I would probably cry, which if done in front of a large group, I imagine would be quite embarrassing, which I guess gives me (at the time I am documenting this) a considerable amount of uneasiness, which in time (as I wait to see if I won) will evolve into some level of fear that I haven’t been selected, but since fear has been removed from the equation…. to win tickets….?
I would simply “enter the contest” because I have nothing to lose and nothing to fear.
I was trying to come up with something, but alas, I could not. So I am just going to vote on the best/most well thought out response I see here.
I enjoyed a couple, but I think, when you really get down to it the best answer belongs to…. D Dizzo. He injected humor and sarcasm into a well thought out and well articulated response. Makes sense and makes you think. Well done!
D. Dizzo–we need your full name to put you on the list.
I would call in sick to work and then take video and post it of me being at the show on youtube and then email it to my boss.
I would tell my husband the reason I’ve been so crabby and depressed is because my boyfriend and I broke up…(and yes, I’m a real person and yes, that is a real situation, but no, clearly, that is not my real name!)
I would go to Washington D.C., posing as one of the Aliens on the Simpsons named Kang. I would walk into Congress, while they were debating the Health Care Bill, and I would push the Speaker aside and tell them I had abducted Nancy Pelosi and would not return her until my demands were met. My demands include; my own personal island to experiment on humans, 700 Boston Terriers to live on my Island dressed as Reindeer, and a lifetime supply of High Fructose Corn Syryp to run my human-bot farm
Pick Randy! He deserves it! Best guy in the whole wide world! He gets my vote!
To whom it may concern,
I would go out in the sun, eat more spinach, and stare at the bird bath.
I would quit my job, sell my house, and travel the world until I ran out of money. After that: apply to art school.
I’d streak down State street holding a banner that reads Tag for Mayor! When I reached the Memorial Union I’d do a polar plunge in Lake Mendota. Tag for Mayor!
I would put on a tacky leather jacket (no shirt, of course) and do an 18-hour karaoke set comprised solely of Billy Idol songs and broadcast it on any/all internet streaming video sites. That also qualifies as bringing a little culture to the masses, right?
I would say thank you
I would fly to Vancouver, strap on some skis and charge down the slope where Lindsay Vonn won gold. I do not know how to ski.
With fear out of the equation, I would quit my job and follow my passion. btw…ridiculous answers to grab attention asside, kudos to asking the question. Fear should never be a factor and you just got one person to ask herself this question and realize she should make some changes.
wilco is the greatest
I would fall in love.
I would go give my wife’s dad a good swift kick in the ass and tell him to shape up and quit being such a self-centered prick. (This is something that the man desperately needs.)
Winona Ryder once told me that I don’t deserve Wilco. I know it was just a movie but it really felt like she was talking to me. I was shoplifting at the time.
I would shave my entire body and rent (I would probably consider stealing, but I really don’t like that much drama) a small plane. At 10,000 feet, I would coat myself with whipped cream jump chuteless Keanu Reeves style. I would dive headfirst into a two-foot (OK three-foot) wide 100 foot deep shaft, methodically neutralize the 1000 starving rats at the bottom, climb out, rinse off, and go see the show.
I would likely grab a 6″ Subway toasted tuna on the way.
I would dress up in feathered ostrich custom with head exposed and do the Liz Lemon/ Tina Fey dance in circles while bellowing (like a seal) “I love Wilco! Yeah, they’re the men!” in front of a crowd of family, friends and strangers alike.
Please pick me.
I would pose a roady for the WILCO show and help unload the gear and hang around to see the show from backstage.
I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go, I’ll go for you
I’ll fight, I’ll fight, I’ll fight, I’ll fight for you
I’ll kill, I’ll kill, I’ll kill, I’ll kill for you
I will, I will, I will
I would quit grad school, buy a really expensive camera, and start my own business taking professional photographs of scientists for their websites in the style of rock photography (i.e. crazy angles, dramatic poses, kick-ass costumes). People would definitely get on board with the whole climate change thing if climate scientists looked more bad-ass.
Seriously: This is a good idea.
I would run every race in Madison (regardless of distance) wearing the Green Man Costume (From “It’s always Sunny…”).
I would hire a babysitter — even though we can’t afford it right now — so my husband and I could go to the show and get away from our children!!!
I would get up from desk, right at this moment and quit my job to follow my dream to open my own bakery in a town already overrun with bakeries, but that doesn’t matter cause there is nothing to fear.
It’s not much,but if I win the tickets I really will do this. Heck, I will be doing it anyway. I will play 3 rounds of kickball against the fiercest opponents on Frozen Lake Wabesa Saturday, at great risk to life and limb. I am quite fearful and pale… but that’s the point right!
If that’s not enough for you, then I’d like to nominate Ann Onomous. Jesus H.! I don’t even know where to begin!
If fear were no longer part of the equation, to see Wilco I would likely prepare myself to wrestle a Alligator by taking a small bath in bacon grease. After the alligator and I had exchanged a few blows, and I was a little beaten up from the endeavor, I would go swimming in a shark tank while carrying a bag of tuna in my hands. Finally, after getting out of the shark tank (provided that I survive the ordeal), I would parachute naked to Will Call and pick up my tickets.
I would eat a klondike bar fished out of a public toilet.
No fear huh? OK, well then, I would hang upside down with vines wrapped around my ankles, wide-eyed and starring into a river 80 feet below, teeming with old and mean salt-water crocs. But seriosly, I was lost in the woods when these guys played at 10KLF! I was wandering around, ended up turned around, inside out, and the Wilco came to the stage. I walked toward the tunes and wha-la, caught the last song.
I would make a special dinner for my family, consisting of the following: Fried Pig Anus with puke from a fat guy that just ate 400 rotten crawfish, boiled Pit Bull testicles wrapped in fried rat scrotum that was marinated in Coagulated Vampire blood from Bill the Vampire on True Blood. For desert I would have blended spiders and Razorback eyeballs with frozen, liquid feces for topping. I would eat the entire meal myself, then, when everyone was done, I would eat the puke that everyone would inevitably produce.
I’d say thank you to true endeavors formally in writing.
Then I’d brew some yogi tea, sip it, and ponder all things ponder-able.
Last I’d tie-one off, salute your shorts and say god-bless.
I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more. To be the man who walked 1,000 miles to fall down at your door
I would go to the show take in Califone & leave before Wilco took the stage not FEARING I was not hip to the headliners.
What are my options?
I would take my beer to my seat at the show….with the top off of my “souvenir” sippy cup!
I would assassin down the avenue,
bedecked in my bedraggled birthday suit,
entreating bemused tourist troops:
“Loosen these fetters in my favorite zoo.”
I would kidnap J.J. Abrams and make him tell me LOST spoilers, which I would blurt out at inopportune times to fans of the show. This is scary because I’m pretty sure people have killed for less. Oh and I’d also get Lasik. And karate chop Rush Limbaugh. And start a Nickleback tribute band. Ahhhh!!
I would train a manatee, so that while he was creeping the sea he could spot out all the treasure that there be. He would swim up along my pirate ship that i had previously equipped w/ a manatee crane clip. My Little Johnny B shaking with glee as he came upon my ship. Then he would present all the wonderful treasures of the sea that he scooped for me. We would talk and have tea and then back out sea my Little Johnny B, to fetch me the most precious gift. This gift would be that u pick me and my manatee, it would be the shizz nit!!
I would go to a Jay Farrar show and ask him when he and Jeff were going to get Uncle Tupelo back together!
I promise that if i were allowed to go to the Wilco show I will attendl over 100 true endeavors shows, subscribe to their newsletter, byt the merch, spread the word of mouth, pick up all the trash that jerks leave lefrover afterward, and write a very epic story about it. Oh wait, i’ve done that already.
I would pick up garbage for 20 minutes a day, every day, for the rest of my life. (that could be a very long time assuming 2012 is a farce)
I’d pay homage by doing consecutive somersaults across lake monona to Olbrich Park immediately after taking my Polar Plunge at Olin Park Saturday.
I would tell Jeff Tweedy that UT was still his best work, and that he should suck it up and do a reunion tour with Farrar again.
Being an American, I’d do my best to be aquarium drinking monster and suck down my ten gallon fish tank, fish and all.
How would I live my life differently if I had no fear? I wouldn’t change a thing. I already live my life with no fear. I have the sticker on the back of my camaro to prove it.
I wouldn’t play by the rules…
I would dress up as Jay Bennett and join the band in song playing my kazoo.
I would touch a spider
Wow. Clearly Madison’s WILCO fans are the most amazing music fans far and wide. We at True Endeavors are completely smitten with each and every one of you. Seriously.
After tossing our individual personal faves in to the ring we allowed a random stranger to choose among the goods. D. Dizzo fear no longer, you’ll be checking out the show tomorrow. We do expect you to cry however.
The rest of you will be our personal VIP guests when WILCO decides to play a private show in Tag’s living room.
Good choice….loved Dizzo’s entry!
Unbelievable. Nuf’ said.
i would challenge Nels Cline to a shred-off!
Thanks for this great blog.