mmmmmm...haaarrreeeem
LarryMullen's_POPAngel said:
I'm just bumping cause he's like the coolest rockstar ever.
Hallelujah Here She Comes can now vouch for that. 
Indeed I can. I wrote up this fantastically detailed account of my night but, alas, it is sitting on my computer at home (I'm at work). So you all get the version I posted in PLEBA when I came home last night at 4am, fleshed out with some (or, as it turns out, quite a bit of) detail:
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HOLY MOTHER OF GOD I JUST HAD THE MOST AMAZING NIGHT.
I'll be straight with y'all: I'm freaking drunk. But it's WHY I'm drunk that's the real story. You see...I hung out at a bar with Ryan Adams. AND HE MIXED DRINKS FOR ME. He was mixing drinks for everyone, poorly according to the actual bartender.
How did this happen? Well, ya see...I'm drunk. So you're not going to get the best answer out of me right now. Short story:
-Concert was freaking awesome. It was like he just wandered on stage and played and talked to a bunch of friends he invited over. I alternated between laughing my ass off and being mesmerized by his music. He had this joke book that he bought for $2 when he went grocery shopping that afternoon. It was the worst joke book EVER. It had jokes like: "Why do truckers make the best lovers? Because they know where to eat." Which is actually funny when Ryan Adams is reading it. At one point he started talking about how he wanted to go get a shot of [insert name of alcoholic beverage I can't remember]. Then he realized that there's a freaking BAR at the back of the theatre. So he puts on a record (there was a turntable on the stage) and pulls this guy onstage to sing along to it while he (Ryan) runs to the back of the theatre, has a shot, and then runs back to the stage. LOL. He also had two of his friends accompany him on violin and cello. All of a sudden, before he starts a song he turns to them and goes "HEY do you have the retarded orchestral piece I wrote?" It seems that one of his friends taught him how to compose for violin and cello. One of them ran and got it and they played it. It was so freaking bad. I damn near fell off my chair laughing. I'd also like to point out that he's the only person I've ever seen smoke whilst playing the piano. I never even knew that was possible.
High among the non-funny moments, his cover of Brown Sugar was probably the sexiest performance of any song I've ever seen. He played a TON of stuff from Heartbreaker, and not that much from Demolition which was kind of odd since he's touring to support it. But this was fine by me since Heartbreaker is my favorite album of his. Come Pick Me Up was the last song he played and it closed the show perfectly. Such a fucking beautiful song. "Sylvia Plath" was simply gorgeous and haunting. He rocked out a little with To Be Young, which kicked more ass than you'd think possible with one guy playing a guitar. I don't know what else to say. Every song was amazing. This ties with Coldplay for the second best concert I've ever seen ( think we all know who's first
).
-Anyway, I hung out after the show to meet him...and meet him I did. He signed my Gold liner notes. Some kindly soul told him "yeah she wants the cd signed too." And I was like "HOW DID YOU KNOW??" I got a pic with him. I got a freaking HUG for Chrissakes. After I asked him for the hug he was like "man this is a sweet gig." You know, getting hugged by hot chicks and all.
He was the sweetest man EVERRRR. It took me like a full minute to find my stupid camera buried in the nether regions of my purse. Somebody else would have been like "dude, you're holding up the fucking line." But he just helped me look. lol. Somebody else handed him this cheap-ass guitar (him and his friends got three of them for $100
) and he played it for a few minutes. It was simply glorious.
-But then the real fun began. He'd said he was going to this bar on the north side. I saw him get into the cab. I saw some fans get into the cab behind him. I did the same. His crew guy paid the cab fare and we got to hang out (sorta) with Ryan freaking Adams at a bar in Chicago. He was serving everybody drinks, playing pinball, hitting on this guy's girlfriend.
It was freaking great. I didn't get to talk to him at the bar, but, frankly, being in his semi-drunken presence was enough for me. You'll notice there's far less detail in my account of this portion of the night. There is a reason for that.
Holy hot damn. I can't believe this just happened to me. Please forgive me for this drunken, rambling post, but I just had to share before I went to bed.
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RYAN
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April move to Chicago already so we can get crackin on this harem thing.
). I, however, have my eyes closed and appear to be in severe physical pain, due to him squishing me hard against him........................
Blame my FTP client! *lol* It's fixed now!!!
