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Ryan Adams has updated his new site, with an..... interesting new tune playing on the main page.

hey, our number of posts are gone too!

since the upgrade, this site crashes on me on a daily basis, both here at work and at home. That never happened before, ever.

I thought Bobby practiced Hare Krishna or something. He made the most awesome faces while playing bass. more, please.

I once had the opportunity to spend a couple of weeks in Iqaluit and it was a mind-blowing and beautiful experience! I hope this works out for ya!

this is awesome.

Nothing stirs my heart like Bobby Hebert stories. Please, PM if you wish, but bring 'em on.

who is this Trey dude?

If this came to Hamilton, I bet Ms. X and I would go.

"hey man...... you got a joint?" "um, no." "it'd be a lot cooler if you did......." ".... Trey?....... uh, Trey?......."

A quiet dinner somewhere. Maybe a stroll.

I'm in hell.

Recorded quickly and cheaply in 1973, this record marks a turning point for this one-time Fairport Convention guitar player and sets a template for the kind of emotionally charged and bracing songs that he would touch upon again and again in the future. Thompson's worldview was never sunny, and dark corners are all over this album. A conniving beggar girl finds glee in receiving a pittance from "a snob like you". Spiritual searchers sing "hallelujah" to try and coax an answer from the heavens, with none forthcoming. A man driven to the edge by the brutal work and bleak future offered in his native homeland longs for a new life beyond the border, if he can only get there. "My love has withered and died" sighs one heartbroken loser in love. A newborn baby is welcomed to the world with the brutally sage advice "there's nothing at the end of the rainbow, there's nothing to grow up for anymore". It takes a special songwriter to imbue these kinds of sentiments with life, to drag them from the depths of dourness and despair. With a flair for impeccable melody and a well-turned phrase, Richard Thompson manages to make these stories sing rather than sink. And it takes a special singer to find the hidden empathies within those bleak lines, to bridge the gap between the universalities of the sentiments, and the particularities of the subject matter. Thompson's new wife Linda - regarded at the time as London's finest folk-singer - delivers her responsibilities with great sensitivity and aplomb. And then there's the guitar playing. While other releases more fully demonstrate Thompson's pedigree, listen here to the ripping electric guitar as bag-pipes licks in "When I Get To The Border", or the 3-chord devastastion of "The Cavalry Cross". His acoustic dexterity highlights "The Great Valerio", not so much flash as determination to counterpoint his wife's aching melody. Thompson remains one of the most original - and least imitated - guitar players I can think of. His technique is idiosyncratic, and devastatingly effective. Here's an album where every song is a winner, a jewel in the crown of a songwriter's songwriter. It is a bloody shame this album isn't held in the same regard as Dylan's "Desire", or Neil Young's "On The Beach", for sheer determination on the face of a bleak perspective. Highly recommended.

Poor Bobby Brown.

agreed, I'm sure it was a great show, no doubt, but I must say that "Wonderful Tonight" makes me want to stab pencils into my eardrums. Clapton at his icky-est. Still, the rest looks like quite a show.

My mom just called to say she doesn't love me anymore. I burnt my tongue on this coffee. I'm too depressed to even fart. What's the point? Damn you jaydawg!

This is bound to be a crushing disappointment. Why do I even get out of bed in the morning? I hate my life and I want to die. Thanks jaydawg. I might as well drown myself in my morning coffee.

Tom Petty - Highway Companion Emmylou Harris - Red Dirt Girl Brian Eno - Ambient 4: On Land Ryan Adams - Halloween (CD promo single) Sting - Ten Summoner's Tales

hey I did one of "hamilton"! workin' hard.....

It might add some strength to my....... er, lightsabre! Let's talk!

AT THIS POINT, BASED ON WHOM I KNOW, I'D SAY WILLY WINS! HE REALLY LOOKS LIKE THAT! I'M TYPING IN ALL CAPS!!! BOOO-YEAHHHH!!!

YOU'RE WORSE THAN HITLER!!!!!!

YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!!!!!

CAVERN!

All the best to you on your road to recovery. Be cool, stay hip.