Before walking into seeing Ryan Adams for the first time in concert, I had high expectations for who I consider to be one of the best singer song writers around. I am sorry to have been let down.
When we stepped up to the entrance doors of the auditorium right on time at 8 o'clock sharp, the doors were locked with an attendant telling us we could not enter. After a few minutes, she obliged the growing number of us bewildered attendees at the doors and let us enter into a pitch-black auditorium. Ushers scrambled with their mini flashlights to help us find our seats one party at a time.
Between the bizarre, dimmed lamp lighting on stage, Adams' self-absorbed stage presence (voicing self-praise for a number of his songs, and rarely acknowledging his fans) and his disheveled appearance, I felt I was in the presence of a performer who was not there for us at all- I'm not sure why he was there?
Since the concert I have not been compelled to listen to his music. Hopefully my feelings of disappointment will subside, but I'll stick to listening to him through media and not in concert going forward.