Former singer/guitarist/songwriter for critical darlings Whiskeytown,
Ryan Adams really hit his stride with his debut solo recordings on
Bloodshot. People trip over themselves in descriptive reveries. The
next Dylan, the next Westerberg, the next Springsteen, the next flame
out and die before his time rock star tragedy. Can we stop
Let’s let him be Ryan, which is damn well good enough, all right?Heart
on his sleeve, punk spirit, closet folkie, can write lyrics that beat
anything else you might be listening to on the hit parade this or any
other day. He’s got all the goods. You can hear him here without all
the big label bells, whistles, tour buses and actresses on his arms.
We’ve got him with just his songs, some bad-ass backing musicians, and
the guts he pours into his lyrics—it’s all here in its ragged glory.Yeah, He’s been on Saturday Night Live, the sides of buses in GAP ads, and shared the stage with Sheryl Crow, Elton John AND the Rolling Stones, recorded with Willie Nelson and America,
and been nominated for Grammys. He's been blacklisted and backlashed
and had lots of dumb stuff in the papers and blogs written about him.
All those garish trappings of pop stardom, and we STILL love him. Why?
Because we know what a pussycat he really is and, when you strip away
all the public personae sideshows, we remember him for the wide-eyed
music super fan who just wanted to make more (and more) music, and
whose ear for a hook and a single crushing lyric image is nigh
unsurpassed.We think he delivers on this passion in spades.(From Bloodshot Records, 5/27/09)
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