Ryan Adams reminds me of that awkward-yet-intriguing guy in high school who loved reading comic books, always had bed head, and wore ratty punk band t-shirts. You know, the kid you thought was strange, but secretly suspected might also be strangely brilliant. Judging by his legion of devoted fans who have followed him from Whiskeytown to the Cardinals, as well as the number of “How to Wallow Alone in Your Dark Room” mix tapes which include “Come Pick Me Up,” Ryan is definitely the latter. Love him or hate him, no one can deny that this musician, painter, soon-to-be-published author, and “fickle blogger” has the guts to put himself out there – insecurities and all – again, and again, and again. Plus, any man whose wardrobe includes glittery silver platform boots gets an automatic yes in my book.
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