Jeff Tweedy

Wildly entertaining… Breathtaking…Unforgettable…Tweedy’s music has never shied away from darkness, but he’s also never been afraid to celebrate joy. The same is true with this remarkable memoir—it’s a wonderful book, alternately sorrowful and triumphant, and it’s a gift not just to his fans, but to anyone who cares about American rock music.

Let’s Go is especially enlightening, a rock’n’roll book that quietly dismantles what we expect from rock’n’roll books.

Illuminating…a compelling portrait of an artist whose everyman nature proves to be anything but a front.

[Tweedy] succeeds in entertaining and oddly revealing ways, moving with shape-shifting ease from wry self-effacement to what he calls Midwestern sarcasm to naked confession.

Laced with funny anecdotes… Readers might sometimes wonder at Tweedy’s lyrics, but in his playing, singing and writing, whether in solo efforts, in collaboration with Wilco or in his producing other artists, we know we have something to treasure.

In its willingness to probe the most vulnerable periods in his past, though, [Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back)] is of a piece with Tweedy’s revered songwriting.

Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back) reads more like a collection of humorously confessional essays by David Sedaris than a conventional rock memoir.

Engaging and self-questioning.

The Wilco front man has just written one of the best and most revealing memoirs in years…Let’s Go is a warts-and-all addiction memoir, but luckily it is much more than that, too. It’s also a genuinely moving ode to his wife and two sons (one of whom, Spencer, is the drummer in his side project Tweedy), and an impassioned and often quite funny firsthand account of a music geek’s coming of age.

Though Tweedy’s lyrics tend to be oblique, his new memoir is anything but.

We already knew Jeff Tweedy could write…We didn’t know Tweedy could write an entire book, and do it really well. But with the arrival of his new memoir, Let’s Go (So We Can Get Back), out last week, it’s clear Tweedy is just as adept at writing nonfiction as he is songs. Let’s Go is a dry-witted examination of Tweedy’s personal life and career so enjoyable even the most casual of fans will be hooked.

By turns self-deprecating, sincere, hilarious, and harrowing.

A funny and candid addition to the rock-memoir genre.

Funny and frank.

Engaging and self-questioning.

A memoir every bit as openhearted and captivating as [Tweedy’s] best songwriting…Even the most difficult events in this page-turner are edged with humor and the hindsight of someone looking back from a better place. Though stories of contemporary musicians occupy a crowded field, this one’s a cut above the rest. Tweedy proves himself delightful company, and, as with his music, readers will hear this resonating long after they’ve finished.

Tweedy writes movingly about his parents, his wife and children, and his desire to find an artistic home for his band. Thoughtful, earnest reflections on family, creative integrity, and a life in music.

Tweedy will delight fans by sharing such tidbits as his favorite moment in the Wilco documentary and how a Noah’s Ark analogy powered the Grammy-winning A Ghost Is Born album. Tweedy tells a wonderfully unassuming story of a music-filled life.