HERE is a hint of in Jeff Tweedy’s . The playlist is longer, and there is no interrogation of Tweedy’s ability to whittle a driftwood canoe, but the game in which songs reflect and deflect intimacy is clearly in play. In theory, Tweedy’s book operates within the same frame as Bob Dylan’s , being the hitlist of a thoughtful songwriter. In practice, it’s closer to Jude Rogers’ , because of Tweedy’s preoccupation with the mysterious power of recorded sound. Songs, says Tweedy, are “the best way
