Ryan Adams is an incredibly talented artist who has made at least three CDs worth every penny we paid for them. Unfortunately, despite this immense talent, he has very little concept of what makes a cohesive, flowing, tightly-packed album. Even those three great records (Gold, Cold Roses discs one and two, and even Heartbreaker) have so much filler that they are 45 minute masterpieces turned 75-minute wobbling opuses.
This inability to see his own limitations has carried over into Adams' personal life, giving Gawker and gossip rags a million stories to goof on him with. Someone this good looking, grungy, and totally "rock star" (often in the worst sense of the term) would attract this unwanted attention even if he wasn't accused of...
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