Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Leroy Bach, Edward Burch and John Stirrat at the Hideout. March 5, 2001
Everyone has that bar that just fits. Maybe it's only for the summer or your junior year in college, but it is exactly where you want to be on any given night. The Hideout in Chicago is that bar for me right now. The hideout has a long reputation for being a great place to see country-ish music and it is still a premier venue for club-sized concerts. But what makes the Hideout MY Place is the genuine neighborhood feel you get when you walk in the door.
A group of us made our way to the Hideout last night to see Wilco's John Sirrat and Leroy Bach play with other local fave Edward Burch. Since Wilco is a Grammy nominated college chart fave and the patron saints of folk rock here in Chicago, I expected a smoky, packed bar and annoying frat guys, the likes of which we had at Jeff Tweedy's final performances in the now closed and sorely missed Lounge Ax. Instead, what we got was a completely un-miced acoustic performance similar to those taking place in countless rec-rooms, college dorms and back porches across America.
As soon as we walked in we were welcomed by Bach who told us to get a beer and have a seat. It was standing room only, but just by the Hideout's front room standards. There were maybe 30 people in attendance and the seating arrangement was quickly fixed when the affable bartender told us to go get some more stools out of the back room. We stumbled clumsily past Bach and Burch to find our seats and drag them back to the front. They waited patiently until we were comfortable before starting in on another of their old timey folk tunes from the Carter Family or Louvin Brothers. Their voices blended nicely in loose harmonies. Occasionally we'd miss some words over the chiming of Burch's 12-string guitar, but the mood was right and I was ready for some Pabst.
PBR $1.50 bottles. "I'll take two and save myself a trip."
Soon, Wilco bassist John Stirrat, ambled up to the front and played a few selections from his recently released little record, "The Green Hour" from his side project The Autumn Defense. The songs were pretty with a definite 70s AM radio, singer/songwriter influence. Stirrat's voice was a little shaky, but that was understandable given his un-miced performance and the increasing din of the patrons enjoying Pabst.
Come midnight the dread of another Tuesday at work was weighing heavy and after Burch and Bach's second set I meandered out to my car and drove home happy to have spent another night living in Chicago.
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