In December of last year, on the This Week In Marvel podcast, Ryan talked briefly about how much he writes and that he releases a new 7″ every month. Â Here’s an excerpt of that explanation about the reason behind the releases.
So, much like comic books, my record label is my own. Â And then I have major record labels that distribute the LPs, the regular 10 or 11 song, “here’s the one for that year” sort of lets people know the general idea of what I’m doing as a recording artist. Â But then, because I make so much music – and I make it because I love making it, it’s all I wanna do. So, because I do that and because I have fans that will buy it, I make a 7″ every month, that only comes out that month and we don’t make it again, like a comic.
It sort of took me a while to really push this idea past my management and other people. Â I’m like, “It’s worth the effort” – and it does take a lot of effort to do, and your overhead is small unless you do it on a consistent level. Since I own my own studio and for the last three years all we’ve done is write music and tame the room, I said let’s just do it. And we did it and it did the very thing I thought it would, which is, it actually now inspires music to go on it.
Domestic shipping brought this to about $11, a bit steep for a 7″ but if you’re a Ryan Adams fan like me, then it’s worth it. I’ve tried 3 different times to get a write-up of these 7″ releases in before the sell out and failed. Â Looks like I made it this time!
1. Blue Light
1. On My Life
2. I Lost My Mind
"Sometimes that LA sun burns right into your soul and deadens it in the most fantastic way. The night is hot and dehydrating. It doesnâ€™t ever last long enough and everything is so over-illuminated that you forget what the fog is. Until once or a twice or year. Round midnight. Then you remember where you are. A summertime land where just around the corner things like weather and madness ride the seasons like seeds on the wind.
Sometimes we crawl into PaxAm and there really is nothing left to do. Nobody is stuck. Electricity and instruments. Low light. Orange Light. There are no notes waiting to be transcribed into songs- there are not half-written jams to try and figure out what is whatâ€¦ there is just riff optimism and whatever a person couldnâ€™t shake when they went to take out the trash that morning. Maybe something you overheard a couple arguing about across the wooden aisles of the Soul records section at Amoebaâ€¦ you find the guitar in your hand faster than you would care to if it was how you explained all that to yourself. I am that guy. My pals seem to be that too. If we were into sports we would be the kind of person who wears a â€śnewly launderedâ€ť jersey to a nice dinner. That sort of thing.
This session is a bit of that up there but also some songs that were and still are part of this tear -- this, like, â€śI am living in the 80â€™s but not in a collective wayâ€ť tear I am on, musically maybeâ€¦ like in a way where musically and emotionally I let myself go into some soundspaceâ€¦an imagined reality of not trying to be good at anything with an 80â€™s feelâ€¦ but just a free placeâ€¦ a place to be loose in a way where you arenâ€™t trying to change the world. I donâ€™t want to change the world. I just want to tell you a story. Usually about how I feel.
That 80â€™s sound.. what is that with me... it never realizes itself in a full record- well maybe Love Is Hell but really not even Love is Hell could handle a whole record of that- it steers into other things plenty, stylistically -- but that sound is REAL with me and I am ALWAYS able to tell a better story that way. Or usually. Or never. It depends who you ask. But that STYLE, manâ€¦ as musicians, we can all act a hell of a lot more like a cowboy if someone puts us on the ranch and gives us some horse to ride into some sunsetâ€¦ Juno synths and my electric guitar pushed with delay just sort of creates the cowboy. The cowboy that just got out of seeing Back to the Future. Again. You see.. itâ€™s best to strip it away like that- back to an acoustic guitar and a Linn Drum beat- thereâ€™s a safety to how open and raw it is. I forget where I am and I tell a new story. As a songwriter that is a requirement from time to time. So thereâ€™s that here. On My Life, by the way, is a survivor from the bizarre, necessary and life-changing-in-the-best-way â€śAlien USAâ€ťsessions.
Blue Lightâ€¦This tune was a guitar bass idea I had and I could NOT stop this. It all went down in an hour- band playing live to tape. Musically, this is such a cousin to â€śThe Doorâ€ť from Blackhole ( One day you will understand what that means- think Love is Hell/ More Mats ) Lyrically -- that bleakness...I had this vision of New York city this guy in a busted pair of glasses walking between subway carsâ€¦people texting each other glued to their information machines. I fucking know I get lost in that shit. Our faces "are like ghostsâ€ť, my friend Paul Cutler said â€ś when they are underlit by their phonesâ€ť. Like we all become Bela Legosi lit -- but uncool. No cape. No Dracula. Pretty sure I borrowed Jeremy Stacey from the Benmont Tench session when we recorded this. Like he literally was on that session but I think he was net door with Glyn Johns while they were doing some overdubs. Lucky lucky. This was before PaxAm had the weird cat-print baffles. We had to work the ribbon mics extra hard and there was a lot of bleed but it worked.
On My Lifeâ€¦ well -- thatâ€™s a portrait of me maybe back in the early 2000â€™s on 2nd Avenue and A, having lived in a hotel that was once a childrenâ€™s hospital for basically children with polio (ugh). I am CERTAIN it was haunted but by a sadness really that I cannot explain. Chris Farley died in that building. It has a heaviness that could swallow you. Windows too big to every fully close. Just the worst. Had some fun there though, those were the days that werenâ€™t New York was alive and crazy with that buzz of the Stokes and the easy village in general was basically frozen in time from godknowswhat every single day â€¦ Itâ€™s fun while you break it. But then you break it.
I Lost My Mind is me on everything I think- a riff from a batch of good onesâ€¦ the basic guitar part had been a riff for a long time that I was carving out on my Stratocaster, the old one, every time I picked up the guitar and I just decided to unleash some Cure vibes in the studio one nightâ€¦ Well it turns out CREED ainâ€™t the only band me and Charlie have in common from back in the dayâ€¦ we also have The Cure ( esp Disintegration )â€¦ Guess that was both out real high school shit I (among other actual record store snob respected bandsâ€¦ dont get me started people ) also thatâ€™s the one and only Daniel Clarke of Richmond fucking Virginia playing me out, like the cosmic Keyboard cat that he is on this tune. I think he had to literally mail the part to us. Remember the fucking mail? Woah! Mike is on here- Charlie is on hereâ€¦ Thereâ€™s nothing but 7-11 grease on this one, ladies and gentlemen. Shined up with the funk. Maybe a little dash of the creeps on the side too. We over-season to taste and then paint-strip the thing. Thatâ€™s why you build a studio. To go deep.
ALL Studer 24-Track, ALL 2 inch tape- ALL pretty much on robots they made that only used to do ONE THING AT A TIMEâ€¦. get that low harmonic sonic blast of actual bass frequencies on you. Bound to make ya smile a real one : )"
Peace and Loveâ€¦
DRA March 5 2015- From the Emerald Isle
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