A Trap for Young Players.
God damn it. I didn't mean to put Whiskeytown on the stereo. SHIT - completely boned by shuffling through albums. What had been (up to this point) uplifting, mindless background noise suddenly became the perfect storm of melancholy, misery, harmonica and acoustic guitar. Already feeling how I'm feeling (and feeling sick to boot), this was a most unpleasant turn of events. But at the same time, it wasn't. There is something peaceful about just falling into Ryan Adams' songs. Just letting go, and saying 'Yep. Low point. At least Ryan knows how I feel.'
God damn it, Adams, you sneaky, scraggy, toothless junkie genius.