D.R. Adams has always said (read: sung) he wanted to be a firecracker, "burning out hard and bright," but we didn’t think he was singing literally. We mean, we’ve only had him (of course, we mean his music) for, what, 13 years or so, if we add-up the Whiskeytown and Ryan-solo time with our pocket calculators? He’s said many times in interviews that he’s grateful he’s been so prolific, and so are we, speaking of his Midas touch many times before (in fan letters and such). But we cannot help to think, that like too many before him, he is leaving our rock world before his time.
Because he’s, arguably, the best superstar to come out of the alt-country movement, we’re doing the unthinkable (you must keep in mind that we’re, at this time, struggling graduate students), spending $1000+ to see his self-proclaimed, very last show in Atlanta, Georgia on March 20. We have our tickets and stand ready…to be fourth row at the famed Fox Theatre, only to then, go home the very next day. Why? Because we have Ryan love and will travel…to Georgia. We’ll have much more to report after the fact, while we’re on a much-needed Spring break (we've been so paper-overloaded of late that we've been reflexively control-S-ing our MySpace pages, which PC users know is a shortcut save). But, for now, we just want to say a farewell of sorts to our favorite musician of the last decade.
Now, we’re calling it a farewell of sorts, because this time we’re filling a wishing well with hope that Ryan’s hiatus will be like a Black Crowes’ hiatus (coincidentally, a band that stems from Georgia), like a KISS Farewell Tour (coincidentally, we saw the 2000 Farewell Tour here in California, and know KISS also stopped in Georgia), or like a Aerosmith hiatus, one that seems to have never happened. Our hope is that Ryan gets himself right-well and enjoys his love-life in peace for a time before hopping right on a musical train back to his budding career (coincidentally, much has been said about riding a midnight train to Georgia, and un-coincidentally, crossing that Macon County line).
Simply put, we understand that it’s hard out there for a musician and we understand that most need breaks or quasi-breaks at some time or another, but we L-U-V Ryan and must believe he will be back. If it happens even before we return from our midnight plane to Georgia, we won’t even regret a thing. Here’s us, again, just saying, “We love you Ryan (and always will), so, please go easy on yourself!” Please grace us with your presence once again. And either way, even if this hiatus proves longer than seriously not wished for, you won’t have to say, “Please.” We already agree not to let you (or your music) go… or the MFCs (mother-fuckin' Cardinals), who we MFL (mother-fuckin' l-u-v).
So if we have to go to Georgia, well, we will and are (we’ll see you there, Ryan). And we would like to thank Bob Mould, who secretly helped us through this Ryan-less time (without even knowing it, just like he’s saved Ryan’s life time and again) with District Line. So, our final plea: Hey, hey, Ryan. My, my, Ryan. Rock ‘n’ roll can never die, Ryan, but it will if you don’t come back (and soon, please!?). We’re wishing you well. As Mould would say, maybe this is a sad attempt at poetry, but we don’t want the sadness of our realities to be a world without your music. Of course, you’ll be back, but we’re stuck on the “when?” When, Ryan??!!