Ever been in a car crash? You know, the bit where you realise something bad is gonna happen but you can’t stop it. That’s like a Ryan Adams gig! There’s always the risk it could all go horribly wrong but like rabbits in the headlights we are drawn towards the beam. Tonight, fresh from three albums in a year following his nasty wrist injury he showed how not to put on a show. Mumbling, bumbling, incoherent, occasionally funny and for a few minutes when he kept himself together, Ryan was entertaining. He began with a few songs at the piano moaning about his monumental hangover and “that these keys look like teeth”. He fared little better when strumming his acoustic guitar, forgetting songs after a few chords, referring back to his notebook and restarting only to screw up again. After a “cigarette break” which he insisted we all take despite an audience vote in favour of him continuing to play, he bucked up a little and some familiar tunes from Heartbreaker and Gold emerged. Only after a cortisone injection (to aid his wrist) did he begin to come alive and played a number of songs on an electric guitar with simple snare drum accompaniment. I don’t care what anyone says 30 minutes of quality out of 2 and half hours of music does not make for a great night out and at £21.50 (plus booking fee, bridge toll, petrol etc..) it was an expensive one too. If I say I’m going to see him again, you have permission to punch me!
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