June 10, 2008
An article after my own heart

I may have to craft a version of this article applicable to home use, but the general premise and attitude are captured quite sublimely here. Fix yourself a something on the rocks and enjoy.

How to Drink Alone - Esquire Magazine, June 2008

(You now know why this is my first post in about a year.)

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September 22, 2007
Ryan Adams - Massey Hall - 09/21/07

Fab show, setlist and comments stolen from somewhere...

1. A Kiss Before I Go
2. Beautiful Sorta
3. Cold Roses
4. Good Night Rose
5. Dear John
6. Games
7. Let It Ride
8. Freeway to the Canyon (Neal solo)
9. Tears of Gold

Talking to the crowd: "When you're yelling stuff you just sound like cavemen" Ryan starts to grunt. The whole band starts grunting like cavemen.

10. Rescue Blues
11. Dear Chicago
12. Wild Flowers

Talking to the crowd:
Woman: "I want to have your baby!"
Ryan: "Wait I heard that! You think you're having a baby? Listen you should know if you're having a baby. Maybe you just ate some weird Thai food. When I eat spicy food I sometimes feel like I'm going to have a baby."

13. Peaceful Valley
14. Please Do Not Let Me Go
15. Night birds
16. Carolina Rain

Talking to the crowd: "Wow, during that song I threw up a little in the back of my mouth. I felt a little chunk come up...the best part is I swallowed it. I don't have to make out with me. I could eat a bowl of green onions and it would not make a difference with me. My mike smells great now."

17.Magnolia Mountain

Encore
18. Sylvia Plath
Talking to the crowd: "Why are you clapping, I don't even know what I'm going to play. I'm just trying to buy a little time!"

19. Sweet Lil Gal
20. Sweet Carolina

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August 28, 2007
Buk speaks the hard truth

It was my turn for a little good luck, not much, but a little. It was true that i didn't have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so? - Bukowski

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