
While Ryan Adams newest album, released October 28th, seems to be getting great reviews from critics who dub it his best work yet, I think the majority of his true fans can safely say that something is missing (like much of his work post Jacksonville City Nights and 29). It isn’t that I would call this a disappointing album, it just isn’t up to par with what we all known Ryan can create. While it does have its high points, the majority of it lacks what makes Adams’ music so great; a true expression of emotion. The only real exception to this is the song, “Crossed Out Name,” which makes us remember how great of a songwriter Ryan really is, and gives us a glimpse of what we’re missing out on. I will admit that “Fix It” and “Natural Ghost” are starting to grow on me, but they are far from Ryan’s best. All in all this album just seems empty, and I think we all know what’s to blame: Adams’ sobriety. So please Ryan please, go back to doing drugs. For the record, I am totally kidding; no one wants Ryan to be unhealthy and unhappy, but in all fairness, Ryan was a fucking amazing writer when he was doing speedballs on the daily in the Chelsea Hotel. Concerning this topic I decided that I would definitely be a terrible friend to Ryan: “Yea… Ry… this whole sober thing really isn’t working out for you. You just got to do heroine. Every one’s doing it.” Once again, because I’m sure some idiot will want to interpret this as if I truly mean it, these statements are dripping with sarcasm.