Pucker up, Buttercup

Oh, brother. The countdown to Wilco's show tomorrow night at 9:30 has begun, and it looks like my new goalie pads arrived in the mail just in time. Remind me to lay off the champagne and oysters before the show, because I don't need any aphrodisiacs getting me into trouble with Tweedy when he starts playing "Monday." At least we know the man is true to his wife (when others are watching). Now Nels Cline, on the other hand... the Duke here is pretty sure he has a hard time resisting nobility of questionable Eastern European origin.