As promised, a Ryan Adams cover by yrs truly. Recorded live, quickly, because I have to go sell old Magic cards. Cheers.
Ryan Adams playing songs at Abbey Road, reaching peak handsomeness, singing with Laura Marling, circa 2011.
Goes without saying that despite the repetition, the performances on the Ryan box are revelatory. The best part of this set — and of his tour — is the re-contextualization of his work, free of individual album reception or critic/fan politics, as the songbook of one of our finest composers. “Stop,” “I See Monsters,” “Jacksonville Skyline,” “Everybody Knows,” “The Rescue Blues,” “Carolina Rain”: all written by the same brilliant guy, and all absolutely great.
I love you
If you’ve been following my recent Ryan coverage, it goes without saying that the performance was excellent, a demonstration of how a singular voice and a few thoughtfully strummed chords can bring a room to a hush. To see this happen in the cathedral-sized spread of Disney Hall was a considerable coup for Adams, who seems to have finally turned the corner on a career dogged by confused critics and a fickle fanbase. He was comfortable enough to baffle Friday’s audience with an opening set from Val Kilmer, whose identity remained a mystery behind a Mark Twain costume until an announcer gave it away once he’d left the stage.
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WHERE THE GUN WENT OFF
IN THE CAROLINAAAA RAAAAYYYYNNN
In which Ryan Adams was a much better songwriter in 2005 than anyone would admit
it’s ok, the Adams Army is savaging her in the comments section like woah
The weird hatred of some alt-country fans for Ryan fans is really weird to me. “You still like a band that I used to like but now I don’t because I only like banjos? Fuuuuuck you!”
Acid flashbacks to the MySpace blog about the girl who got yelled at by Band of Horses for taking videos in San Diego a few years back