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-The 7th annual Austin City
Limits Hall of Fame honors,

a celebration of the artists
who've made "Austin City Limits"

the longest-running music
program in television history.

Tonight, we honor and induct
Lucinda Williams

with guests Jason Isbell,
Rosanne Cash, and Margo Price...

Alejandro Escovedo

with guests Lenny Kaye,
Sheila E., John Doe,

and Alex Ruiz...

and Wilco
with guests Rosanne Cash

Bill Callahan, Terry Allen,

and Japanese Breakfast.

-♪♪ Of California stars ♪♪

-It's the Austin City Limits
Hall of Fame honors.

The Austin City Limits
Hall of Fame

was created to honor the artists

who contributed to the legacy

for the longest-running music
program in television history.

Tonight, we honor and induct
three new members...

Wilco, Alejandro Escovedo,
and, to begin, Lucinda Williams.

-♪♪ I changed the name
of this town ♪♪

-Here is Jason Isbell.

[ Cheers and applause ]
- Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

I'm here tonight
to talk a little bit

about Lucinda Williams.

I love Lucinda,
and I love her work,

and I'm positive that
a lot of my songs wouldn't exist

if I hadn't spent so much time
trying to rip her off.

[ Laughter ]

I do distinctly remember
telling myself many years ago

sitting by a river in Arkansas,
"Today, I'm gonna write a song

that sounds
like Lucinda Williams."

And I failed miserably at that,
of course,

but it is still my wife's
favorite song of mine.

[ Laughter ]

You know, it's the images
that really do it for me.

I know the difference between
a poet and a song writer

besides where
they get their shoes,

but there are
a lot of similarities

between a true poet
and a great songwriter.

They both take you somewhere.

Human emotions are vague
and complicated,

but those details
are the transporters.

And Lucinda Williams,
she gave you the details.

She didn't say,
"I miss riding in your car

listening to the radio."

She said,
"In a yellow El Camino"...

which damn near rhymes...

"yellow El Camino
listening to Howlin' Wolf."

You can keep...
You can keep your cellar door.

I will take the phrase
"a yellow El Camino."

It's perfect.

She didn't say,
"We can be equal,

and we can still
need each other."

She said, "You don't have to
prove your manhood

to me constantly."

And I for one really...
I needed to hear that. I did.

[ Laughter,
cheers and applause ]

I needed to hear that long
before it actually sunk in

if we're being honest.
[ Laughter ]

You know, she didn't say,
"My childhood wasn't easy,

but sometimes
I miss being a child."

She said, "I took a bus
to Baton Rouge.

There was this beautiful lamp
I always loved.

A seashore was painted
on the shade,

and it would turn around
when you switched on the bulb

and gently rock the waves."

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

-Yeah. That one gets me.
That one gets me.

She didn't say, "This life
is wearing me down,

and my soul is craving
something else."

She said, "Come on, now, child.
We're going to go for a ride.

Car wheels on a gravel road."

And you're there.

You're there.
You hear the tires popping.

You don't hear the engine
because they're not hauling ass.

It is a slow roll
into the unknown.

And we've all
slowly rolled into the unknown

with Lucinda Williams,

each album and each performance
magical in its own way.

Nobody has been more consistent.

Lucinda's never phoned it in.

She's never tried to
write herself a lifestyle.

She's just kept pushing
and documenting

and telling the truth
over and over.

And whether she'll...

[ Cheers and applause ]

Whether she'll admit it
or not, she's made a map.

And as long as I'm able to tell

little rhyming stories
of my own,

I'll keep referring back to it.

And I think anybody
who calls himself

a songwriter should do the same.

So it's my honor to welcome
Lucinda Williams

to the Austin City Limits
Hall of Fame.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Here.

Show it off.
- Thank you.

-You wanna get a picture?

-This will fit real nicely
next to my Grammys.

Thank you so much, y'all.

[ Cheers and applause ]

It is truly my pleasure
and privilege to accept this.

And I want to congratulate
Alejandro Escovedo,

and also Wilco.

It's my sincere honor to be
inducted alongside of y'all.

As an artist who's been
described myself as...

as too rock for country
and too country for rock,

I literally... My music
fell on the cracks,

literally, between
country and rock.

So it wasn't always easy to feel
like I belonged anywhere,

and it was hard
to get recognition

'cause they didn't know
how to market that.

But Austin has always
embraced me as one of its own.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I'm not from Texas originally.
I'm from Louisiana.

But...

But Austin, Texas,
has always claimed me.

[ Cheers and applause ]

When I was moving out
to Los Angeles in 1984...

...some of my friends said,
"You're not going to make it

out... They're going
to eat you alive,

and you're going
to come back to Austin

with your tail
between your legs,"

which didn't happen, of course.

But the funny thing
that was said

was by my friend John T. Davis,
the music journalist.

He told me, he said, "Well,
you're going to be coming

back to Texas,
because out in California,

they put sour cream
on all the Mexican food."

[ Laughter ]

[ Applause ]

Doesn't that sound like

something somebody in Texas
would say?

[ Laughter ]

Anyway, so, I went out to L.A.

to kind of find my fame
and fortune, as it were.

And it was a good move for me.

But I never forgot

the places and the people
who helped me get there.

And y'all are part of that.

So thank you.

Thank you so much.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ That whispers in your ear ♪♪

♪♪ That howls
through the winter ♪♪

♪♪ That freezes your fingers ♪♪

♪♪ That moves through your hair ♪♪

♪♪ And cracks your lips ♪♪

♪♪ And chills you to the bone ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I envy the rain ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ That falls on your face ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ That wets your eyelashes ♪♪

♪♪ And dampens your skin ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ And touches your tongue ♪♪

♪♪ Soaks through your shirt ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Drips down your back ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the rain ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the sun ♪♪

♪♪ That brightens your summer ♪♪

♪♪ That warms your body ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ And holds you in her heat ♪♪

♪♪ That makes your days longer ♪♪

♪♪ And makes you hot ♪♪

♪♪ Makes you sweat ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, I envy the sun ♪♪

[ Guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

[ Steel guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the rain ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the sun ♪♪

♪♪ I envy the wind ♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Lucinda Williams' song.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Now welcome back
Lucinda Williams,

with Rosanne Cash.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Thank you.

I'm on cloud nine.

- Yeah.
- Whoo!

-It's an honor to be here
with my friend of 30 years,

Lucinda Williams.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Everybody's had a few ♪♪

♪♪ Now they're talking
about who knows who ♪♪

♪♪ I'm going back
to the Crescent City ♪♪

♪♪ Where everything's
still the same ♪♪

♪♪ This town has said
what it has to say ♪♪

♪♪ Now I'm after
that back highway ♪♪

♪♪ And the longest bridge
I've ever crossed ♪♪

♪♪ Over Pontchartrain ♪♪

-♪♪ Tous les temps en temps ♪♪

♪♪ That's what we say ♪♪

♪♪ We used to dance ♪♪

♪♪ The night away ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my sister ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my brother ♪♪

♪♪ We used to walk ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the river ♪♪

-Mama lives in Mandeville.

♪♪ I can hardly wait until ♪♪

♪♪ I can hear my Zydeco ♪♪

♪♪ And laissez
les bons temps rouler ♪♪

♪♪ And take rides in open cars ♪♪

♪♪ My brother knows
where the best bars are ♪♪

♪♪ Let's see how
these blues'll do ♪♪

♪♪ In the town
where the good times stay ♪♪

-♪♪ Tous les temps en temps ♪♪

♪♪ That's what we say ♪♪

♪♪ We used to dance ♪♪

♪♪ The night away ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my sister ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my brother ♪♪

♪♪ We used to walk ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the river ♪♪

[ Accordion solo ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Tous les temps en temps ♪♪

-♪♪ That's what we say ♪♪

♪♪ We used to dance ♪♪

♪♪ The night away ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my sister ♪♪

♪♪ Me and my brother ♪♪

♪♪ We used to walk ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the river ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Please welcome Margo Price.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the lock
on my front door ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't see me anymore ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't
come inside my house ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't
lie down on my couch ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the lock
on my front door ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the number
on my phone ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't
call me up at home ♪♪

♪♪ You can't say
those things to me ♪♪

♪♪ Make me fall down
on my knees ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the number
on my phone ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the kind
of clothes I wear ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't
find me anywhere ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't
spot me in a crowd ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't
call my name out loud ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the kind
of clothes I wear ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed
the kind of car I drive ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't see me
when I go by ♪♪

♪♪ You can't
chase me up the street ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't knock me
off my feet ♪♪

♪♪ I changed
the kind of car I drive ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the tracks
underneath the train ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't find me again ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't trace my path ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't hear my laugh ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the tracks
underneath the train ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

[ Steel guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the name
of this town ♪♪

♪♪ So you can't follow me down ♪♪

♪♪ You can't touch me
like before ♪♪

♪♪ And you can't make me
want you more ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the name
of this town ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the lock
on my front door ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the number
on my phone ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed
the kind of car I drive ♪♪

-♪♪ Kind of clothes I wear ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the tracks
underneath the train ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed the name
of this town ♪♪

-♪♪ I changed
the name of this town ♪♪

♪♪ I changed the name
of this town ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Next up, Alejandro Escovedo.

Please welcome longtime Patti
Smith band member Lenny Kaye.

[ Applause ]

-Thank you so much.

Whenever I visit Austin,
Alejandro and I have a ritual

that I believe is site-specific
to this part of the world.

Truck time.

Yeah, where we park,
sit in the cab of his truck,

and talk about where we've been,
where we're going,

old friends remembered,
songs aborning,

life as it unfolds
and its many blessings.

I first met Al
in the way back machine

when Patti Smith, myself,
and Richard Sohl

took our New York-centric show
in 1974

to the wilds of Hollywood
and the Whisky a Go Go.

[ Cheers and applause ]

There, in the backstage
filled with various Stooges

and garage rock fans

who scrawled "Standells"
on the wall,

I met a somewhat shy human

that, even then, I could tell
had a heart as big as the world.

As I've come to know him
over the years,

as that heart expanded
into song and performance

and many evolutions of genre,

little did I know that
our friendship would deepen

as each of us moved
through our future lives

understanding the stage
and the audience

and, most of all, ourselves.

As Alejandro's recent album
"The Crossing" attests,

his lineage is Mexican-American,
a proud testament

to the inclusive nature
of the American experience

as it grows and is nurtured

through successive waves
of immigration.

[ Cheers and applause ]

My grandparents made their way
from Eastern Europe,

a journey for which
I am eternally grateful.

And I do believe that
in this combining of cultures

and heritage flows
the lifeblood of this nation,

that we become stronger
as our traditions intermingle,

intermarry, and interplay,

as in the playing of music.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We contain multitudes in those
prophetic words of Walt Whitman,

and that is not just confined
to where we come from,

national identity,
race, even gender.

The artistic growth that has
marked Alejandro's migration

from one musical style
to the next

also partakes
of the multicultural...

an array of musical influence
that owes no allegiance

to any one genre,

that becomes all musics

in the many ways we discover

our own personal
artistic expression.

I'm not a purist.

In fact,
despite great favorites,

I find music's often trapped

by their definition
to be predictable,

incapable of surprise
or serendipity.

As Mayo Thompson,
of another Texas band,

the Red Krayola, once said,

definitions define limit.

I like when borders blur, when
they're crossed over at will,

the back and forth and sideways
of influence and inspiration.

When I see Alejandro
in performance,

I witness an artist who is able
to shape-shift at will.

I can hear his punk-rock roots
from his time in the Nuns

predicting World War III

and the way he likes to
howl along with

"it makes no sense,
it makes perfect sense."

And the way he turns up
his electric guitar

up and upper and gives it a good
swipe on the verge of feedback.

And then, perhaps surrounded
by strings, turns intimate,

heart on his sleeve.

I can hear his country,

dare I say, Western influences

from his time served
in Rank and File

and the True Believers,

the serenade of Méxicano

when he walks around a room

with only his acoustic guitar,
beyond microphone,

and sings to his audience
one-on-one,

the way he takes raw emotion,
pain and ecstasy

and the sense of wonder
at the possibilities of love,

and places it in the mirror
of a verse and a chorus

and then asks the audience
to sing along

so they can find themselves
and who they can become

through the healing power
that is musical expression.

It is my great privilege
and pleasure

to welcome Alejandro Escovedo

to the Austin City Limits
Hall of Fame!

[ Cheers and applause ]

-[ Chuckles ]

Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

What a beautiful night.
What a beautiful night.

Thank you so much.

First of all,
I'd like to congratulate

Lucinda Williams and Wilco
on their induction

into the Austin City Limits
Hall of Fame.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And I want to thank
Terry Lickona, Susan Caldwell,

Ed Bailey, Scott Newton,
Gary Menotti,

and all of the staff at ACL
throughout the years.

They've always made me feel
a part of their family

and treated me with nothing
but respect and dignity.

- Whoo-hoo!
- Of all... Yeah.

Of all the times I have
performed on Austin City Limits,

My favorite performance
was when ACL took a chance

in taping a performance

of a play that I had
collaborated with

with four other writers,

which became
"By the Hand of the Father."

ACL had never taped a play
before in its history,

and it was very special to me
because I wrote a song

that my brother Pete Escovedo
sang,

and he also played percussion
in the band.

The play was based on the lives
of five different men,

of whom my father was one.

These men were born at the turn
of the century in Mexico

and crossed the border
in search of better lives.

I'm forever grateful to ACL
for taking that risk

and giving us the opportunity
to tell their story.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I've heard
that we choose our parents.

If so, I chose a couple of kooks

who were Cleo Renteria Escovedo
from San Marcos, Texas,

Pedro Barrera Escovedo from
Saltillo, Coahuila, in Mexico.

And from my mother,

I inherited a love
of literature, movies,

and her delicious cooking.

From my father, I learned about
music, rancheras, boleros

and songs by the great crooners
of the day.

My father loved
to dance and sing,

which we would do
at the drop of a hat

in gas stations,
crowded restaurants,

grocery stores... whenever
and wherever he was inspired.

He would sing to my mother,

who was always coyishly
embarrassed, you know?

They bought us our first records
at a very young age...

Elvis, The Big Bopper,
Jerry Lee Lewis,

the Everlys.

We watched the Beatles
as a family.

Music was always a part
of our daily diet.

My father conceived 13 children.
[ Laughs ]

7 of which
became professional musicians.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Yeah.

Music runs deep in
the Escovedo family, you know?

I left home
when I was 15 years old

with a stack
of rock 'n' roll records

and a surfboard, you know?

I lived with my friend
James Luna in an Airstream

on a cliff in Huntington Beach,
California.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We were dreamers
listening to everything

from Motown
to Captain Beefheart,

Roland Kirk
to The Pretty Things.

I soaked up the California sun

and everything that came with

living on the beaches of
Southern California

in the early '60s.

I picked apples
in the Wenatchee Valley

in the early '70s.

I lived in Hollywood,

where I saw Patti Smith
with Lenny Kaye

and Richard Sohl
at the Whisky A Go Go.

That night changed
my life forever.

I then moved to San Francisco,

where my friend and I
began making a movie

about the worst band
in the world.

That band became the Nuns.

We were so bad that we had
to ask the audience

to tune our guitars for us.
[ Chuckles ]

We opened up for the last
Sex Pistols show at Winterland

and then moved to the Chelsea
Hotel in New York City,

and I joined
the Judy Nylon band.

On the first night
I played with Judy,

we played at Max's Kansas City.

John Cale, Brian Eno,
and Chris Spedding

were sitting at the front table
right in front of the stage.

My head was spinning.

My rock 'n' roll dreams
had come true, you know?

And then I moved
to Austin, Texas,

in 1981 with Rank and File.

When Rank and File moved to LA,
I stayed in Austin

and began the True Believers
with my brother Javier.

[ Cheers and applause ]
Yeah.

We were a fierce three-guitar
rock and roll army.

The Austin music community has
always allowed me

to experiment with strings
and feedback-driven guitars.

It gave me the confidence to
venture out as a solo artist

and form a 15-piece orchestra

and to rock with
a wicked rock and roll band

called Buick MacKane, yeah.

It has been my creative home
since 1981.

I want to thank my family
tonight for being here with me.

My sister Esmeralda,
my brother Mario,

my beautiful children...
Marcella, Shyshy,

Maya, Paloma, Juanita, and
Amala, and my son, Paris.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I have seven children.

You don't have to clap.
It only took seven minutes.

[ Laughter ]

That's an old Dean Martin joke.
I'm sorry I stole it.

I'd also like to thank my family

for not causing
any disturbances so far.

[ Laughter ]

The night is young,

but let's give security a break
tonight, alright?

[ Laughter ]

I'd like to thank my dear
friends Jody Denberg,

Barbara Kunz, Paul Dickman,
and Jill Gold,

Todd Wilson, Jo Rae Di Menno,
Mike Thompson,

John Phillip Santos,

Jim and Diane Fisk,

and of course my beautiful niece
Sheila Escovedo.

Marco Miranda.

I'd like to thank my manager
Randy Dease,

Patrick McAuliff
from Mint booking.

Josh Grier, who has been my
lawyer for so many years.

John Landau, Barbara Carr,

Jen Stabile, Dave Marsh,

Yep Roc Records for allowing me
to just be so creative

and not giving me any beef
about it, you know?

They just let me run loose.

Dr. Donald Brode for keeping me
alive all these years.

I owe my life to you.
I really do.

[ Chuckles ]

Dr. Deepi Naragosha,

Gary and Mary Keller,

Joe Nick Patoski,

the late and great
Stephen Bruton,

who I made three albums with,
you know?

He's my dearest friend.

Chris Stamey, John Cale,

Tony Visconti, and Brian Deck.

Those were the producers
of my records.

And I want to thank
The Velvet Underground,

The Stooges,
Ian Hunter and Mott the Hoople.

And especially my brother,
Pete Escovedo,

who has inspired me
in every aspect of my life.

All the musicians...

Brian, Susan Bilge, Frank Kim.

The list goes on and on.

There's a support group

for all the musicians
who have played with me.

But all these musicians
I really owe so much to

for taking my songs
to another level.

I love you very much.

And, uh...

- We love you!
- Thank you.

Yeah.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Clears throat ]

Lastly, I'd like to thank my
wife, Nancy Rankin Escovedo.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We've been married seven years

and have survived
a category five hurricane,

PTSD,

and the trials and tribulations

of being a rock and roll
married couple.

I just want to say that

no truer love story
has ever been written.

I love you very much.

[ Applause ]
Yeah.

You know, I was fortunate enough
in my life

to have met so many
beautiful people along the way,

the people I've met in
so many different cities

throughout the world.

Music has taken me there.

I've got to meet Pete Seeger
before he passed away.

It was a big thrill for me.

And Pete said to me,
he said, "Alejandro,

music will save the world."

And I truly believe that.

And so I leave you
with that thought.

Peace.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I think Terry mentioned
"The Crossing."

It's the last album I put out.

And...

I recorded it in Italy with
a band called Don Antonio,

and we toured throughout the US.

I brought them over here.
We toured through Europe too.

The story is
about two young boys...

one an Italian boy
by the name of Salvo

and another boy
by the name of Diego,

who's from Saltillo, Mexico.

They meet in South Texas
while Salvo and Diego

are working in Salvo's
uncle's Italian restaurant

just outside of Galveston,
I believe they're at, you know?

And I wanted to translate
that story into Spanish.

And so immediately,
I thought of a young singer

that I had met years ago in
a band called Del Castillo.

[ Cheers and applause ]
Yeah.

And he's also in this band

with Robert Rodriguez
called Chingon,

and he did a beautiful,
beautiful job

of translating the lyrics
with me.

And I tell you,
the record took another level

when he sang the songs himself.

So, without further ado,
as they say,

I'd like to introduce
another Chingon,

Mr. Alex Ruiz, everyone.

Please.

[ Cheers and applause ]

You know, I mentioned that my
father had 13 children, right?

And seven of us became
musicians.

And my older brothers
were always, you know,

just the top of the heap for me.

I looked up to them with the
highest esteem.

They had their own children,
you know?

When we were kids, we used to go
up north into San Francisco

to enjoy the holidays with them.

And they would always
have a talent show,

and my brother's, Pete, family
had these kids

who were like the Jackson 5,
you know, and they could sing,

they could dance,
they could play instruments,

and we didn't know
how to do anything.

You know, but anyway,
very intimidating.

But one of them, in my opinion,
has become not only

one of the greatest
beautiful women of the world,

but one of the greatest drummers
in the world, in my opinion.

She just lights up every stage
and every day that she's alive,

you know, and I just love her
so much and I'm so proud of her.

My niece, Sheila E., everyone.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-I have to say that my dad
couldn't be here.

He wanted to be here,

but just to tell you
that we love you so much.

We're so proud of you.

And the legacy
of the Escovedo family...

Grandpa would be so proud.

So, thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ El viento se llevó
a mi amigo ♪♪

♪♪ El voló solo ayer ♪♪

♪♪ Gobierno miente,
criaturas mueren ♪♪

♪♪ No quieren sanar
a los pobres ♪♪

♪♪ Hay dinero que ganar ♪♪

♪♪ Sobre el desfile
de la gente ♪♪

♪♪ Vendiendo corazones
fuera de esa puerta ♪♪

-♪♪ Escribiré algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Una melodía pintada azul ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Pintas la victoria ♪♪

♪♪ Como huracán desde memoria ♪♪

♪♪ Santo Jaime colgando
de una brisa ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, volteamos otra mejilla ♪♪

♪♪ Una armadura elegante ♪♪

♪♪ Cantamos por los obreros
del mañana ♪♪

-♪♪ Escribiré algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Una melodía pintada azul ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Nadie te quiere ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Quizás te vuelvas a ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Tal vez si los vea ♪♪

♪♪ Lo que la gente
le falta hoy ♪♪

♪♪ Y vamos todos juntos ♪♪

♪♪ Jey Jey Jey ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Un día muy lluvioso ♪♪

♪♪ Mando urracas volando ♪♪

-♪♪ Buscando aquel
amor perdido allí ♪♪

♪♪ Si este comienzo
no tiene fin ♪♪

♪♪ Que empiece el solista aquí ♪♪

♪♪ Hay tiempo te contaré
otra historia ♪♪

♪♪ Escribiré algo azul ♪♪

♪♪ Una melodía pintada azul ♪♪

♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Te cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Algo azul ♪♪

-♪♪ Cantaré ♪♪

-♪♪ Algo Azul ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Alright, this next gentleman
I met around 1977.

I was in a band called the Nuns.

He was in a band called X.

[ Cheers and applause ]

Now, X was a band that really...

You know, it's rare that a band
really captures the times

and captures
the flavor of a city.

And in X, you have a band that
was very similar in that way

that maybe The Doors had been

or the Buffalo Springfield

or The Birds
or someone like that.

It's a very special place to be.

And X really did
capture the moment,

and I really think they're one
of the best bands of that era.

And one of
the main song writers,

of course,
and a great, great singer,

and a good friend, please
welcome Mr. John Doe, everyone.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Sally was a cop,
but now she's a solider ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Another foot deep,
another day older ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I used to be on top,
but now I roll over ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I used to run hot,
but now I run a little colder ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ They're marching
up the streets ♪♪

♪♪ People hiding
in their cupboards ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ From the crooked politicos
to the mercenary lovers ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ The psychopaths
and [unintelligible] ♪♪

♪♪ Are dancing with each other ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ Yeah, Sally was a cop,
but now she's a soldier ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Shot in the face in
the ditches of Tecate ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ 35 bodies
lying in the highway ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ The children forced to dig
the graves of their fathers ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

-♪♪ Yeah, Sally was a cop,
but now she's a soldier ♪♪

-♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Whoa ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

-John Doe!

[ Cheers and applause ]

How about Lloyd Maines
and David Grissom?

Blazing guitarists.

[ Cheers and applause ]

That performance
of "Put You Down,"

the song that we did
on "Austin City Limits,"

is really one of my favorite
performances

I've ever had in my life
musically,

and we're gonna try to re-create
that in some way.

You know, so...

[ Cheers and applause ]

We got Sheila E.
On drums, though,

so it's gonna make
a big difference.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Strings playing ]

♪♪♪♪

[ Drumsticks counting off ]

[ Full band playing ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Some people say ♪♪

♪♪ The world's a strange
and evil place ♪♪

♪♪ And all the shadows fall
across your face ♪♪

♪♪ The world's a strange
and evil place ♪♪

♪♪ Then others will say ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause the sun shines
every day ♪♪

♪♪ We should live life
come what may ♪♪

♪♪ 'Cause the sun shines
every day ♪♪

♪♪ But I gotta say ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And all the girls think
I'm insane ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And my dad can't recall
my name ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And my friends won't
call back at all ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Well, some people say ♪♪

♪♪ You feed a dog a bloody bone ♪♪

♪♪ He's your best friend
for your life ♪♪

♪♪ You feed a dog a bloody bone ♪♪

♪♪ You patch up your dreams ♪♪

♪♪ With all the gold
that falls at your feet ♪♪

♪♪ Stick your finger in a dike ♪♪

♪♪ All the gold falls
at your feet ♪♪

♪♪ But I gotta say ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And all the women think
I'm insane ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And my mom won't
call back at all ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ I rub my wounds with alcohol ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ There ain't a pill
that'll cure that pain ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Audience cheering ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Some people say ♪♪

♪♪ Money can buy everything ♪♪

♪♪ All the drugs
to cure the pain ♪♪

♪♪ Money can buy anything ♪♪

♪♪ Then some people want ♪♪

♪♪ All the sin and pleasure
in this world ♪♪

♪♪ They don't care about
the price they pay ♪♪

♪♪ For all the sin and pleasure
in this world ♪♪

♪♪ But I gotta say ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And I don't care
how far I fall ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ And I don't care
if they call back at all ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ All the women
can forget my name ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you down ♪♪

♪♪ You know I just can't
put you ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank you very much.

-Finally, Wilco has appeared
four times on "ACL."

For their induction
into the ACL Hall of Fame,

please welcome back
Rosanne Cash.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Feels a bit like home.

[ Audience cheers ]

First, I have to say
what a privilege it is

that these gentlemen asked me
to do this for them.

This is... I'm thrilled
beyond words.

[ Cheers and applause ]

So, some bands have mastered

the art of being subversive
without being destructive.

Some have found the grace
to command the spotlight

without flash,

and some know how to dismantle
an audience's expectations

in order to lead us
to a bigger version of ourselves

and a larger understanding
of our own hearts.

That band is Wilco.

[ Cheers and applause ]

They're journeymen whose spirit
is restless but sturdy,

poetic but not sentimental,

masters of a kind
of musical alchemy

that's just the thing

if you want to spark
a revolution in your audience.

[ Chuckles ]

We need artists who are
so devoted to their own work

that they inspire in us
a devotion to our own work.

Wilco are heartland laborers
in the tower of song

with thick skins
and open hearts.

They have a steel-driving
man's back beat

with a compassionate intimacy

that says, in essence,
"We see you.

And here are the rhythms
and words to help you know

what you feel."

Which happens to be exactly
what we all want and need

in a divided world
where back beat and heart

are one of the few things
that still unite us.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And that appeals to our sense
of emotional justice.

They go deeper down.

And you and I don't need to know
everything to trust them

and follow.

And they never leave us
like they found us.

Jeff says they aren't
that weird,

but they are that special.

[ Laughter and applause ]

And they hold a unique spot
in American culture,

and if that America
as we know it disappears,

still a bedrock of music,
art, and beauty will remain

from indomitable
American spirits.

And from a songwriter,
Jeff Tweedy,

whose enormous humanity breaks
and heals us at the same time,

and all of that somehow rhymes.

[ Laughter ]

Now, they're not easy to define.

If you go to the record store,
you'd have them in several bins.

And that in itself
makes them essential.

We don't need certainty
when we love the questions.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I want to ride with Wilco.
[ Chuckles ]

I want to be awash
in subversion and love

with Wilco at the wheel

and me and you
on the passenger side.

[ Cheers and applause ]

It is my great honor to welcome
the alchemical reaction,

the interactive magic of six men

into the Austin City Limits
Hall of Fame...

Patrick Sansone, Nels Cline,
Mikael Jorgensen, Glenn Kotche,

John Stirratt, and Jeff Tweedy,

otherwise known as Wilco!

[ Cheers and applause ]

-I really didn't anticipate
being teary-eyed at this moment.

I've... That really...
That really hurt me.

I didn't write very much,
but I did want to...

I did write a little something
to share with everybody.

And if you've ever seen Wilco,

you know that I'm not the most
comfortable frontman

in the world.

So, I'm gonna do my best
to share some thoughts with you.

Number one,
before I even get started,

thank you to the city of Austin.

[ Cheers and applause ]

I mean, I think one of our
first ever shows as Wilco

was in Austin, Texas.

I ate a pot cookie
on the way here.

[ Laughter ]

I freaked out,
and I was never the same.

No, it's true.

[ Laughter ]

- Love you!
- But I stopped at a truck stop

and bought some
yellow sunglasses

because it was the only thing
that made me

stop fearing everything I saw.

[ Laughter ]

But I would like to humbly
accept this honor

on behalf of the band... John,
Glenn, Mikael, Pat, and Nels.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And... And on behalf
of past members...

Ken Coomer, Max Johnston,

Jay Bennett, Bob Egan,

and Leroy Bach.

[ Cheers and applause ]

We owe them a great debt
for their time served.

[ Laughter ]

Like any band that's been around
as long as we have,

we owe a lot to luck.

I mean, we've worked
really hard, too,

but luck is involved,
and it can't be denied.

My mother bought me
my first bass guitar

from a cousin who played
in a band in the early '60s,

went away to Vietnam,
and came home, fortunately,

but never touched
his bass again.

He just kind of felt
like he missed his moment

and music had changed so much
in the time he was away.

He felt left behind.

And I think about him a lot
in moments like this.

Moments where I'm being rewarded
for doing something

I just feel so lucky to do

and feel lucky
I get to do and...

[ Cheers and applause ]

And I feel that way about
a lot of... a lot of things

that Wilco is built upon.

Our music is built upon a lot
of music that's being forgotten

or has been forgotten.

And it's built on the bones
of other bands

that have more often than not
been scattered to the wind

in ways that would be hard
to reconstitute

for any type of acknowledgment.

So I'd like to
acknowledge them here

and accept this award
on their behalf, as well.

Just, you know, remember

that we're... we're here
because of them.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And along with the deep
gratitude that we all feel

to be introduced, inducted
into a hall of fame

alongside Alejandro
and Lucinda...

[ Cheers and applause ]

...and, you know, many of our
greatest heroes in music,

I just...

I truly believe making music
with your friends

or your enemies, even,

is just about the best thing
we get to do as humans.

And so thank you, ACL.

Thank you, Terry.

Thank you, everyone.

We feel absolutely
incredibly honored

to get to be a part of this.
Thank you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And I guess we're gonna play
a song for you.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The ashtray says ♪♪

♪♪ You were up all night ♪♪

♪♪ When you went to bed ♪♪

♪♪ With your darkest mind ♪♪

♪♪ Your pillow wept ♪♪

♪♪ And covered your eyes ♪♪

♪♪ And you finally slept ♪♪

♪♪ While the sun caught fire ♪♪

♪♪ You've changed ♪♪

♪♪ We fell in love ♪♪

♪♪ In the key of C ♪♪

♪♪ We walked along ♪♪

♪♪ Down by the sea ♪♪

♪♪ You followed me down ♪♪

♪♪ The neck to D ♪♪

♪♪ And we fell again ♪♪

♪♪ Into the sea ♪♪

♪♪ You've changed ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Oh, you've changed ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need
is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is
a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need
is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is
a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need
is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need is
a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe all I need
is a shot in the arm ♪♪

♪♪ Something in my veins,
bloodier than blood ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The ashtray says ♪♪

♪♪ You were up all night ♪♪

♪♪ When you went to bed ♪♪

♪♪ With your darkest mind ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, you've changed ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Ohhhhh, you've changed ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't
what you want to be anymore ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't
what you want to be anymore ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't
what you want to be anymore ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ What you once were isn't
what you want to be anymore ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Please welcome Bill Callahan.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Oh, the band marched on ♪♪

♪♪ In formation ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The brass was phasing ♪♪

♪♪ Tunes I couldn't place ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Windows open ♪♪

♪♪ And raining in ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Maroon, yellow, blue ♪♪

♪♪ Gold and gray ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ The drunks were ricocheting ♪♪

♪♪ The old buildings downtown ♪♪

♪♪ Empty so long ago ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Windows broken ♪♪

♪♪ And dreaming ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ So happy to leave
what was my home ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ With a sky blue sky ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ This rotten time ♪♪

♪♪ Wouldn't seem so bad
to me now ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ If I didn't die ♪♪

♪♪ I should be satisfied ♪♪

♪♪ I survived ♪♪

♪♪ That's good enough for now ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ With a sky blue sky ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ This rotten time ♪♪

♪♪ Wouldn't seem so bad
to me now ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Oh, if I didn't die ♪♪

♪♪ I should be satisfied ♪♪

♪♪ I survived ♪♪

♪♪ That's good enough for now ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank you.

-Please welcome Terry Allen.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ This is how I tell it ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, but it's long ♪♪

♪♪ One Sunday morning ♪♪

♪♪ One son is gone ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Against the weather dawning ♪♪

♪♪ Over the sea ♪♪

♪♪ My father said
what I had become ♪♪

♪♪ No one should be ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Outside I look lived-in ♪♪

♪♪ Like the bones in a shrine ♪♪

♪♪ How am I forgiven? ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, I'll give it time ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ This I learned
without warning ♪♪

♪♪ Holding my brow ♪♪

♪♪ In time I thought
we would kill him ♪♪

♪♪ But I didn't know how ♪♪

♪♪ I said it's your god
I don't believe in ♪♪

♪♪ No, your Bible can't be true ♪♪

♪♪ Knocked down
by the long life ♪♪

♪♪ He cried, "I fear
what waits for you" ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I can hear those bells ♪♪

♪♪ Spoken and gone ♪♪

♪♪ I feel relief, I feel well ♪♪

♪♪ Now he knows he was wrong ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Ring 'em cold for my father ♪♪

♪♪ Frozen underground ♪♪

♪♪ Jesus, I wouldn't bother ♪♪

♪♪ He belongs to me now ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Humming ]

♪♪ Something sad keeps moving ♪♪

♪♪ So I wandered around ♪♪

♪♪ I fell in love
with the burden ♪♪

♪♪ Holding me down ♪♪

♪♪ Bless my mind, I miss ♪♪

♪♪ Being told how to live ♪♪

♪♪ What I learned
without knowing ♪♪

♪♪ How much more that I owe
than I can give ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Humming ]

♪♪ This is how I tell it ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, but it's long ♪♪

♪♪ One Sunday morning ♪♪

♪♪ One son is gone ♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

Thank y'all!

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

-Please welcome
Japanese Breakfast.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-I'm gonna take
a real quick moment

to point something out.

When we recorded the last
Uncle Tupelo record,

here in Austin, Texas,

that man right there
was a member of Uncle Tupelo.

[ Cheers and applause ]

And he played on the first
Wilco record,

so technically,
you're in the Hall again.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Jesus, don't cry ♪♪

♪♪ You can rely on me, honey ♪♪

♪♪ You can combine
anything you want ♪♪

♪♪ I'll be around ♪♪

♪♪ You were right
about the stars ♪♪

♪♪ Each one is a setting sun ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Tall buildings shake ♪♪

♪♪ Voices escape
singing sad, sad songs ♪♪

♪♪ Tuned to chords
strung down your cheeks ♪♪

♪♪ Bitter melodies
turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Don't cry ♪♪

♪♪ You can rely on me, honey ♪♪

♪♪ You can come by
any time you want ♪♪

♪♪ I'll be around ♪♪

♪♪ You were right
about the stars ♪♪

♪♪ Each one is a setting sun ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Tall buildings shake ♪♪

♪♪ Voices escape
singing sad, sad songs ♪♪

♪♪ Tuned to chords
strung down your cheeks ♪♪

♪♪ Bitter melodies
turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Voices whine ♪♪

♪♪ Skyscrapers are
scraping together ♪♪

♪♪ Your voice is smoking ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes
are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Our love ♪♪

♪♪ Our love ♪♪

♪♪ Our love is all we have ♪♪

♪♪ Our love ♪♪

♪♪ Our love is
all of God's money ♪♪

♪♪ Everyone is a burning sun ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Tall buildings shake ♪♪

♪♪ Voices escape
singing sad, sad songs ♪♪

♪♪ Tuned to chords
strung down your cheeks ♪♪

♪♪ Bitter melodies
turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Voices whine ♪♪

♪♪ Skyscrapers are
scraping together ♪♪

♪♪ Your voice is smoking ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes
are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes
are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪ Last cigarettes
are all you can get ♪♪

♪♪ Turning your orbit around ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

-We'd like to invite everybody
back up on the stage.

[ Cheers and applause ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ I'd like to rest
my heavy head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd like to lay
my weary bones tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd love to feel
your hand touching mine ♪♪

♪♪ And tell me why
I must keep working on ♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life
just to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

[ Steel guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Like to dream
troubles all away ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ Jump up from my starbed,
make another day ♪♪

♪♪ Underneath
my California stars ♪♪

♪♪ They hang like grapes
on vines that shine ♪♪

♪♪ And warm the lover's glass
like friendly wine ♪♪

♪♪ I'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you ♪♪

♪♪ On our bed
of California stars ♪♪

[ Keyboard solo ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I'd like to rest
my heavy head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd like to lay
my weary bones tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ I'd love to feel
your hand touching mine ♪♪

♪♪ And tell me why
I must keep working on ♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life
to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

[ Piano solo ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ I'd like to dream
my troubles all away ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪ Jump up from my starbed,
make another day ♪♪

♪♪ Underneath
my California stars ♪♪

♪♪ They hang like grapes
on vines that shine ♪♪

♪♪ And warm the lover's glass
like a friendly wine ♪♪

♪♪ So I'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you ♪♪

♪♪ On our bed
of California stars ♪♪

[ Guitar solo ]

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Dream a dream with you ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life
to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Cheers and applause continue ]

♪♪♪♪

-♪♪ Dream a dream
of you ♪♪

♪♪♪♪

♪♪ Yes, I'd give my life
to lay my head tonight ♪♪

♪♪ On a bed of California stars ♪♪

♪♪♪♪