Writer
Black candle, fire on the fuse
Shaking in the wind like a lame excuse
Never leave the house, barely leave the room
Got nothing to say, got nothing to prove
Whoa. The party must have ended at Elvis’s house. Ryan Adams is back. Righteous.
…from I Just Might, track #9 from his best-named album in half a decade, Ryan Adams, and the best escalating tension song I’ve heard all year.
Stuck here in this city, feels like things are closing in
Sunset’s just my light bulb burning out
…from one of the Top-5 Greatest Country Songs ever written, track number five from Heartbreaker, by Ryan Adams, who has never had a platinum record, though he did have a gold, aptly titled, and who for a brief moment was the greatest songwriter of the last century.
One of these days I’m going to write a novel about Emmylou Harris signing up for this album because she’d fallen in love with Adams, believing him to be the reincarnation of Gram Parsons.
