I’m seeing Ryan Adams. Monday, October 17th. Santa Cruz, California. Rio Theater.
The plan at this point is to fly to Oakland, rent a car (a convertible, obviously) then make the 2 hour drive down the coast to Santa Cruz. Or, if it’s cheaper, fly to San Fransisco and drive about an hour to Santa Cruz.
The show is 6 days after the release of his new album “Ashes & Fire”, which I plan to listen to “turned to 11” while making the drive south.
Now all I have to do is find a nice hotel (read: cheap) and convince my boss I need a few days off so I can see the recording artist I love the most.
A good fried of mine, who also loves Ryan Adams, said something to me one day I will never forget. It went something like: sometimes I feel like Ryan is singing to me when I listen to his music. Sometimes, I feel the same way.