EVERY few years, Ryan Adams surprises me. He’ll put out a song or album that reminds me what a goddam genius the self-destructive lad can be.
He’s someone I’m always on the verge of writing off as a narcissistic showboat, or a pastiche artist, but he comes through with some of the most poignant and alive work in the entire alt-country tradition. It’s a bit low-key for me, but last year’s Ashes and Fire LP was one of those reminders, and some days I play the nine great songs on Cold Roses and just marvel at what a singer and songwriter the North Carolina native — now long settled in Los Angles — can be.
I don’t have nearly the same kind of roller-coaster relationship with the work of David Menconi, the longtime Raleigh News and Observer music critic, and frequent contributor to No Depression magazine. (Since I met him at South by Southwest, years ago, I’ve respected him for his knowledge of the tradition and his gift for clipped, distilled phrase-making.)
Menconi was among the first journos to notice Adams, and stayed on him during his early years with Whiskeytown and then as a solo artist in North Carolina.
Those years, and the ones that came after, are the basis of Ryan Adams: Losering, A Story of Whiskeytown, Menconi’s new book. It’s the kind of short, well-reported musician’s bio I wish we had more of. And it’s the second in the American Music Series that Menconi is editing for the University of Texas Press.
Here is our recent Q&A on Ryan Adams.
