D R Adam's Weekend.....And now My Monday and Maybe Yours Too

I adore Ryan Adams.
I adore the smart-alec, dumb ass, who writes lonely like few others alive can.
I love that his 2007 album was named easy tiger.
I get a kick out of the fact he calls himself hard working if slightly erratic.
I even found myself smirking but empathizing when hearing about his some of his '07 shows. The last 5 years or so as a RA fan has been tumultuous, to say the least, but I'm still on the ride.
Now its 2008-another year, the same Ryan?

Yeah, pretty much. I believe it was late '06 when he released something like 10 albums only on his website. Many were showcasing his sense of humor. Some were showcasing his death metal talents (His death metal cover of Shania Twain? Brilliant). All 80 or so shows showed that the man has to be constantly coming up with stuff. Some good, some not so good, but still impressive.

Well, apparently spent this weekend in his bedroom and apartment recording, filming and making videos. He released 5 videos of varying quality and seriousness. He released them by himself and even if you don't get a chance to watch them, check out his descriptions on youtube. Classic Ryan.

Anyway, the gem out of them all (including Satanic Witches of course) is his Saturday Night Bedroom Show where he performs "Everybody Knows." Even you haters of Ryan this year, take a gander. Those who don't know to much of him, check it out. You just may fall in love in the next couple of minutes.

He's got a couple of poems or lyrics scrolling on a couple of the videos. I for some reason transcribed this poem, and then realized at the last line he wrote it for me. Well, okay, there's probably others with my oldest nick name. But I still think its mine. And hilarious. Enjoy.

Each Day

In this haunting stable

That was ours

No matter how you see it now

Has me

For a prison mate

A cell block clown

And

This place

It comes

With

Sudden clucks

Duck like

And heart attacks

Because the bed was never soft

Nor the moment

Nor the lift

But inside the stations of our old

Our young await

Restless for new days

And new crushes

Still bitter like the cherry bomb

In a flat soda

I carry enough love

For two

One of them me

The other only the mystery

Of how

It all began

Perfect and dumb

And would I do it all again

But I did

Oh didn’t I Red?

A little Satanic Witches to end with. Enjoy. Clips like this make me realize I'm still a 14 year old boy at heart even if Hot Rod sucked.