Crowded anonymously between vacant storefronts, auto-repair shops and discount markets on a desolate North Side street, the nondescript white building housing Wilco’s band loft belongs in one of its songs. The space itself is furnished with them.
Pieces of the band’s music — images, lyrics, and odd bits of middle Americana — lie all around the floor and hang on the walls. On one side of the room there’s a makeshift studio, on the other, a rehearsal space.
- Mark Bieganski