Dear Wilco,

Your new album, much as it pains me to say it, sucks. What a disappointment. In five years, you've gone from the pop opus of "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" to . . . I don't even know what. How do you describe an album that, after a half dozen listens, leaves no impression whatsoever? Crap - that's how.

Jeff Tweedy, et al., I'm going to see you in concert tomorrow, and while it's unreasonable to ask you to skip these latest songs altogether in favor of your excellent back catalog, if you're going to perform a few tracks from Sky Blue Sky, could you at least tighten them up and breathe a little life into them? Thanks.