Bonnaroo has started to fade in our memory, but the smells, the ringing in our ears, the vague nausea from heat, remain. One of the best memories is our chance encounter with Jeff Tweedy of Wilco at the festival's batting cage: He talked about baseball, the response to his new album and why being called "mellow" might not be the worst thing in the world.
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