We are still recovering from what was a truly magical night last night. It had it all: soft, warm Indian Summer breezes, booze, some atmospheric red lighting, an exploding candle (true story), and above all, Ryan Adams, performing close to two hours-worth of sad jams interspersed with some mighty funny banter.
Rolling Stone was there and they wrote a blog about it.
Here it is. Money quote:
>Of course, just like the Adams of old, he came with no shortage of ad libbed one-liners and biting banter between songs. “Let’s do some more happy music – bring on the sunshine,” he said innocently at one point. “As I sing this next song, imagine a unicorn walking slowly across the room and then throwing up a rainbow into a toilet of sadness.” He then launched into “Dirty Rain.”
It’s like that old story about Townes Van Zandt, when he’s playing a hopelessly depressing number, and some heckler calls out, “Play a happy song!” and Townes is like, “That was a happy song.”
But back to Ryan. He ruled. And he closed out the 30th Anniversary Summer Season at the Henry Miller Library - to paraphrase TS Eliot’s “Hollow Men” – not with a bang, nor a whimper but with…um……an intimate and charismatic low-level bang.