The show started promptly at 5:30 with Bob Weir. In case you'd forgotten the name, the high presence of people wearing tie-dye shirts with dancing bears served to remind that Weir was a founding member of the Grateful Dead. Much to the dismay of the Deadheads, his solo acoustic set only included six songs highlighted by "Not Fade Away."
Next came My Morning Jacket, this Kentucky rock band's tight sound did not fit the wide expanses of a vast amphitheater. More appropriate for a drunken late night in a small club than an enormous venue like Cruzan Amphitheatre while the sun was still out, My Morning Jacket's acoustics carried to the farthest reaches of the grassy hill, but were met with indifference. Perhaps it was because of the early time of their set.
Their renditions of "I'm Amazed" and "One Big Holiday" seemed like they should have the grandeur to fill a stadium, but except for a couple of hippie chicks shaking around (and we're not entirely certain they weren't just doing a rain dance) the crowd had a disconnect with the hard working band. They chose instead to lay back on their beach chairs, watching the clouds hover above.
It is a thankless job being an opening act, but someone forgot to tell Wilco this. Their singer Jeff Tweedy wears a large hat both, literally on stage and figuratively, as Bob Dylan's heir as the poet laureate of rock 'n' roll. His plain spoken Midwestern lyricism was in full effect as he presented some of his band's most heart-baring songs like "Spiders," "I Might," and "Impossible Germany."
This was all performed to the backdrop of purple lights and smoke. A mighty guitar riff caught the attention of most in attendance. Some were still tossing a Frisbee, missing the song's deft hopes for a relationship under the guise of being a tune about post-World War II foreign policy, but the Frisbees stopped mid-air when Tweedy announced he'd like to bring Bob Weir on to the stage.