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| Ryman | My Winding Wheel | ||
| Nashville, TN | Oh My Sweet Carolina | ||
| Why Do They Leave? | |||
| Brooklyn | |||
| Come Pick Me Up | |||
| Gold Phase | |||
| New York, New York | |||
| La Cienega Just Smiled | |||
| Harder Now That It's Over | |||
| The Rescue Blues (Ryan on piano) | |||
| When The Stars Go Blue | |||
| Demolition Phase | |||
| Chin Up, Cheer Up | |||
| Tennessee Sucks | |||
| Love Is Hell Phase | |||
| Love Is Hell | |||
| Anybody Wanna Take Me Home? | |||
| Wonderwall (solo) | |||
| I See Monsters | |||
| Please Do Not Let Me Go | |||
| Beautiful Sorta | |||
| Encore | |||
| Solitaire (w/ Jesse Malin) | |||
| Wharf Rat | |||
| I Still Miss Someone | |||
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This time, a gracious Adams wins the audience By PETER COOPER Staff Writer Geez, who was this guy? When Ryan Adams played the Ryman Auditorium two years ago, he put on a vile shamble of a show: hollering at audience members, ruining one of his best songs by singing it in a Cookie Monster voice and generally (no, specifically) acting like a bratty, belligerent, chemically imbalanced little cretin. Then, when unfavorable critiques of the show (especially the one that appeared in The Tennessean) were printed, he fibbed about the whole thing. But the guy onstage at the Ryman Saturday night was more than occasionally gracious. Moreover, he was awfully good. Perhaps it helped that Adams wasn’t up there alone this time: he brought a phenomenal band that included slide wizard Cindy Cashdollar and Nashville-based drummer Brad Pemberton, and the quality company made it less possible to stop and freak out mid-song. Regardless of the band, though, Adams seemed to have determined that his songs were good enough to carry the night without any excess drama. The nice thing is that he was correct. Adams opened with the unabashedly, even uncomfortably, Dylan-esque To Be Young (Is To Be Sad, Is To Be High). The mimicry stopped there, though, as he followed that with My Winding Wheel, one of many numbers that underscored his ability to craft beautiful, interesting melodies. After that, he delivered more than two more hours of material – mostly mid-tempo stuff in a dusty, Americana vein – highlighted by the wistful, homesick Oh My Sweet Carolina, by the weary La Cienega Just Smiled, by a slowed-down, bluesy, strutting version of New York, New York (the closest thing he’s had to a radio hit, and here he reinvented it as something finer) and by a gorgeous, night-closing rendition of Johnny Cash’s I Still Miss Someone. Throughout, Adams was in top voice: he sings like a singer, not like a singer-songwriter, and he thankfully neglected to pull the bad-accents-on-parade trick he often tries when bored. He kept between-song patter to a minimum, though he took time near show’s end to talk about the Ryman’s historical import and to tell an adoring but rowdy crowd that he would soon " call it a night before I or you screw it up. " Anyway, he didn’t screw it up at all. It was a nice night, one that almost wiped away the memories of his abysmal and unprofessional performance in October of 2002. " Oh my sweet disposition/ May you one day carry me home, " he sang in Oh My Sweet Carolina, and if Adams relies on that side of his disposition it will likely carry him wherever he wants to go. Peter Cooper writes about music for The Tennessean. He can be reached at 259-8220, or by e-mail at pcooper@tennessean.com. |
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