Halloweenheads (H-heads), or Ryan Adams’ and the Cardinals devotees, are always eagerly awaiting the, oh, say, about five albums Adams delivers a year (because he and his Cardinals are just that damn talented).
Of course this number is exaggerated, at least in the case of the ‘08, but believe us, if you have ever read his now disabled and currently blank Foggy (a place where he “fickle-blogged” nearly daily), you would know of his love of journals (which we imagine feature full pages of material just waiting to fill those five albums) and, we suppose, his love of making up words just like the aforementioned “fickle-blog(ed).” You might also be familiar with the words we use throughout the below, previously published column, all derived from Adams’ long gone dot-com dictionary of Cardinal-Speak (words and sayings us H-heads term Cardinology, or the science of all things good and Ryan).
So, of course, we weren’t too surprised to discover that the latest MFCs (Mother-Fuckin-Cardinals) album, released October 28, had been dubbed Cardinology. It was really only a matter of time before Ryan and his red birds became lessons to be learned — and we’re busy learning, or shall we say, listening. Cardinology is getting the honor of the full-month treatment (30 days of the Card-way) in the Bell soundsystem, meaning we plan to watch that record play till November 28. It’s magick (purposely spelled wrong, or perhaps, spelled Ryan-right), after all. In fact, we recommend that all the non-H-Headers go out, pick up a copy and get schooled. For now, enjoy our below review of Ryan Adams and The Cardinals’ Bridges Auditorium show (the prom that went down on January 22, 2008).
Note to Ryan: We’ve noticed you’ve been a natural ghost at the Cardinal Cave (the MFC blog) of late, and we just want to say boo, boo, boo, to all those haters and re-bloggers (who apparently have been criticizing Ryan’s blogging habits, or at least that was the word at the Cave, as the posts have since been removed). Needless to say, these re-blogging haters obviously have not been doing their Cards homework and have failed the fan test in our eyes. So, go easy on yourself, Ryan. We, and if we may speak on behalf of H-heads everywhere for a moment, HEART you still and are anxiously awaiting your Foggy or Cardinal Cave comeback. Oh snap, and the arrival of four more albums?
Love and all the things that go with being Ryan fans, we suppose,
Bells Toll on Rock & Roll—We HEART Ryan
The following words were written for Ryan Adams and H-heads everywhere. These are letters — confessions? — to each from the seventh row of Ryan's show at Claremont's Bridges Auditorium, penned by yours truly, the Sister's Bell . . .
Dear Ryan,
Well, we finally got the time, so we're sitting down to write you a letter. After worshipping your golden hand (yep, you've got the Midas touch) we can now cross that Penny Lane fantasy off our lengthy list of rock-dos-and-don'ts. Do view Ryan from seventh row center, if not stage left. Do lose voices from loud woo-hooing-bouts-of-Ryan-joy (when we say l-u-v, you better believe us, L-U-V). Don't smash-dance in aisle, blocking the collective H-head view while repeat-requesting "Come Pick Me Up" — some know nothing of concert etiquette and these people are called rubberneckers, according to your dotcom dictionary.
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