Let's Go (So We Can Get Back): A Memoir of Recording and Discording with Wilco, Etc.

by Jeff Tweedy

Life is short and you should wake up in the morning feeling excited about what you do. And if you don’t and you can afford to stop, you should stop. Even if it makes some people angry.

She calls Bob Dylan “Bobby,” which makes me a little jealous. But Dylan asked her to marry him in the sixties, and she said no, so they have a history there that’s predated me by a half century. In fact, one of my other interactions on tour with Dylan had been him telling me to “Tell Mavis she should have married me!” I told him I would, so I relayed the message to her and she asked me to remind him that she’s still available. When I saw him stage-side the next night, I told him what Mavis had said, and he laughed and said, “Yeah? I wish!” Being a literal go-between in a playfully flirtatious conversation between Mavis and Bobby is probably the pinnacle of my career. I should probably hang it up. It’s not going to get better than that.