Back in October, I decided on a whim to make a road trip to Tulsa and see Ryan Adams at Cain’s Ballroom. I’ve loved his music since I was in high school, and when I left, I was going alone. I didn’t really mind — how much talking do you really do at a concert? On a last-minute hail mary, though, I texted my friend Jenna, who lives in Tulsa and is always up for an adventure, and (surprising no one), she decided to accompany me to the show.
The show was nothing short of incredible. I had been aching to see him live for such a long time that I don’t know there’s anything he could have done to disappoint me, outside of walking off the stage without playing a note. He gave me some throwbacks to when I was eighteen — “To Be Young,” “New York, New York,” “Come Pick Me Up.” And I swooned. I fan-girled. I even cried a little.
What can I say, I’m a crier. It’s what I do.
But he also did “Cold Roses” and a few other Ryan Adams and the Cardinals songs, my favorite probably being “Magnolia Mountain.” He also performed “Two,” and I swear y’all, if you stopped and listened closely, you could hear all the panties falling. Every woman in the joint was starring starry-eyed at that messy haired dreamboat (me included).
If you’ll remember, I was in the middle of Sober October, and I truly believe the sobriety made the show ten times better. I can remember each song with such clarity (oh, and I was able to drive home afterward — super plus). I was actually there for the music instead of the party, and it made all the difference in the world.
In this 101, I was able to do something I’d always wanted to do — see a Ryan Adams show. I’d recommend it to anyone!