I listen to a lot of Wilco, and generally reside in the Jeff-Tweedy-can-do-no-wrong camp. So, naturally my excitement spilled over onto the carpet when I saw the Nov. 15 release date for “Kicking Television - Live from Chicago.” Click through for a four-track preview. If you pre-order, you get a bonus instant-karma download of How to Fight Loneliness live.

The 2-CD set documents a four-night stint in Chicago in May 2005. If their February show at Orlando’s House of Blues (and the preview tracks) is any indication, it’ll end up a must have for any Wilco fan. But, like I said, I’m biased. The Orlando gig lasted about two and a half hours, and showcased the breadth of Wilco’s songbook. They played relentless versions of Spiders (Kidsmoke), Handshake Drugs, She’s a Jar and Dreamer in My Dreams, all favorites of mine, and I went home a happy man.

You know where I’ll be on Friday when I get paid.

In the meantime, if you haven’t downloaded the free EP on their Web site, go. Now.

Lack of time and ambition have kept me from writing lately. I’ve been busy with work and visitors, and distracted by cathode rays in my down time.

Over the weekend, I went to Guavaween with friends. The official site doesn’t have pictures of this year’s street party yet, but TampaBay.com, the sister site of my paper, the St. Petersburg Times, does. (I took pictures, but I take terrible pictures.)

Lots of drink, plenty of wicked costumes, and a great excuse to wear prosthetic horns. My only question is, what it is about cheap beaded necklaces that fosters public nudity?