Ryan Adams and Tom Waits. Not a Bad Week.
While caught up in my whiny lamentation of Monday, I forgot to mention that we saw Ryan Adams on Saturday. I walked into the Tabernacle expecting to be disappointed. My West Coast doppelganger saw him a month prior, and said he was so stoned it took him two minutes to take off his jacket, that the performance was for shite. But we got lucky. We got the good Ryan. He sounded incredible and put on one helluva show. He didn't sing his heartbreakingly beautiful cover of "Wonderwall," but I forgave him since he gave a remarkable performance. And we got lucky. I talked to someone at the Tom Waits show who saw the Sunday show, a show that put the stoned, surly Ryan back on stage.
Did I mention that I got a last-minute ticket to see Tom Waits last night? I'm too tired to write a full review (I'll try to do that this evening) and I want to keep it to myself for a while , but I will say it was the best show I've seen all year. And I've seen a lot of shows. Tom Waits was spectacular. Yet "spectacular" seems rather weak in describing the man and the performance. I was mezmerized. Still am. Normally, I don't mind going to a concert by myself, but this was moment in my life I wish I'd shared with someone. If you ever get a chance to see Tom Waits, grab that chance.
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