Updated: July 14, 2013 2:15PM Did it matter that a tour titled “Americanarama” took place in a soccer stadium named after a Japanese automaker? Not really. What defines Americana is the never-ending conversation among culture curators: Is it primitive? Can it be modern? Is hip-hop included? What about Toby Keith? The artists on the Americanarama bill this summer didn’t help the debate, if anything the undercurrent connecting Wilco, My Morning Jacket, and yes, Bob Dylan, is a consistent desire to shed skins, collaborate, reach backward while driving full steam ahead. The tour, a nearly six-hour affair that stopped at Toyota Park in Bridgeview Friday, split the first...
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