Jeff Tweedy, who leads the evolving band known as Wilco, doesn’t look
much like a rock star. He doesn’t dye his hair, grow it long or shave
it off. He doesn’t flaunt tattoos, squeeze into tight pants or stomp
around in boots. He wears jeans and a T-shirt, stares unhappily at
cameras and in general acts about as flamboyant as a bus driver.
Maybe that’s because he’s from the Midwest, where show-offs aren’t
much liked. Or maybe it’s because he doesn’t feel the need to show off.