It's Hotter Than A Mutha F*&%$ Out Here

And I am dark, dark, dark.
I saw a French man in a thong on the beach.
I mean, seriously
WTF?!?


I don't have the ability to upload photos and tell my tale(thus far) but here's something sweet and weird and heart breaking from Mr. Come Pick Me Up, from his own blog.
Lots of insight into bar crawl gossip me and the boys use to discuss back in the day!


OH!
And a belated shout out to roomie #1, my dear old friend and all around pantsless wonder, Mr. Mark 'Watdawg' Watson, who will soon be off here to play him!



FACTS ABOUT ME.(Ryan Adams)
1. I never dated Alanis Morrisette. But she is very nice. But I never even went on a date with her. I met her through Ethan Johns and she was just you know one of the nicest people ever and very inspiring so i thanked her several times on a record I made called GOLD which was over-long and maybe half good.

2. I never dated Winona Ryder, but she is my friend and I will always love her. She is so fucking smart and so fucking under the micro-scope I can’t imagine how she pulled through, but no, I was never her boyfriend. I was and am her friend. She is as hot as the sun in a hot tub on itself though and everybody knows that. Also, who she is as an actress totally inspired me and helped me form what kind of artist I wanted to be.

3. I never KICKED OUT anyone from a concert. The Ryman Auditorium (a shit hole in Nashville) has the balls to charge you for security when you play there but if some college kid, and I mean SOUTHERN college kid decides to get wasted and scream through 7 songs of a solo acoustic performance, they could give a fuck. I went into the audience and handed him what I thought the ticket price was (40 bucks) and asked him to leave. I said “you have successfully ruined this concert so here is your money, now will you go home now so I can at least try and give the rest of this audience what they paid for. It did not work as the woman who runs that shit-hole re-seated him and BELIEVE IT OR NOT people CHEERED when he was ushered to a new seat. As most of that concert were people telling him to “shut up” There was NO BAND just myself, and I was joined by Gillian Welch and David Rawlings (heroic figures to me) to sing a few tunes and still the man screamed over it. In fact, “Summer of 69” was not shouted when I went to ask him to leave. It was in fact something else. He was so drunk, so very very drunk he did not even know he was there.
The writer who wrote it up the next morning submitted it to AP (the Associated Press) in hopes it would bring him a few extra dollars and some exposure. I have suffered since.
I seriously could give six shits about Bryan Adams or that song. In my opinion he is not a serious artist. His songs have ” implied target market audience” written all over them and in fact he is quite embarrassing in general. Also a piss poor photographer. I guess it is kind of amazing he got to stand next to Tina Turner though. She is rather heroic and an obvious artist. In every sense. Also she was kick ass in Mad Max BeyondfThunderdome and I wish I could coddle her in her chain mail in Barter-Town but that place does not exist.

4. I used to take drugs and drink but I never did that when I was wrirting. Very Rarely. I, like most americans, would seek some kind of peaceful bliss after a bone crushing day. I only used speedballs (snorted not shot) at the end of my drug use, which was parallel to my last romance. I am in recovery for both things.

5. I am not catholic nor baptist. I am quietly converting but by the books, to a much older and less mystic religion which seems to respect God as someone to be feared and not understood, as I fear and don’t understand.

6. I have only dated 5 women in my life. I can count on my hands.

7. I used to want to get married. It was such a huge thing for me, to be claimed. To be someone’s someone. Now I don’t care anymore. I hope I die alone and under a lot of work. I am better for myself and other alone.

8. It is almost two years since I have been sober. Awesomeness comes with this but also much rebuilding. I like myself more each day and surprise myself at how open I can be at the same time TERRIBLY shy or fearful of social situations.

9. I hate HATE country music. I always have. I “reference” it when I make music that sounds like that, the way a director would use water as a backdrop for a svcene with a shark in it. But I cannot stand country music one bit. unless the Grateful Dead are messin round with it. Then it is tolerable. But they were much more than their single parts- we all know they were a machine.

10. I never intended to be a songwriter but it was a snowball effect type thing and it pained me to have to play live because I have stage fright. I just wanted to be a writer and a visual artist and in a metal band.
So I hate what I do sometimes.
Playing in the Cardinals made it possible for me to continue because of their (our) ability to collectively change everything constantly.

11. I am going deaf. I am not sure how or why but I am. It has something to do with an inner ear condition caused by a loud frequency. My inner ear wall burst probably in LA at that blue cave show or in SF at that one. Either way, I had a bad feeling about having that guy as a soundman. He asked questions about what to do the day after I had to go to a hospital to be examined for hearing loss.
Fuck.

so there. that is me.

that is who I am.

I just want to make things. meaningful beautiful things before my time here is done and hopefully encourage people to express themselves, not to clutter the world with art, but so because I think people learn about themselves and find deeper meaning when they create things. It just happens. Somewhere down the line a peaceful submission takes over and out of the grounds of thew soul comes the truth.
and it is usually very condensed and beautiful and worth of investigation.

Also Jennifer Aniston has, or did have, (i dunno) an incredible machine by the looks of that ROLLINGSTONE photo-shoot from god knows when. woah.
i mean, wtf?
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IN OTHER NEWS, “world keeps turning. Decent and Talented people continue to go on with their lives. Somewhere on the fringes of a trendy nightspot a nose begins to bleed, and conversations that began three years ago continue hastily.