From what I can work out, this album and these titles were in the can before the abuse came to light. It was announced before the NYT article, but even so, yeah…
Listening now (fully accept I’ll be one of the few here who does) and so far it’s the best thing he’s released in a long time. Low key but with less self-mythologising and more plainspoken honesty (things like his brother’s death, alcoholism, etc). His self pity certainly sounds like never before though - it’s just an impossible sell.
It’s a strange thing to approach. I’ve listened to, loved and cherished some of his stuff - he was probably one of the most important artists in my life and indirectly led me to my own line of work, as well as countless other artists. But then, I haven’t listened to a single note of his since the allegations…
Now I’m listening to this from a different angle. I’m fascinated by problematic characters, real and imagined, I have some experience with them. Now I want to read/see/hear perspectives from killers, rapists, abusers, etc, because it informs my own work - I go into it fully accepting the artifice: that they might just be trying to pull the wool over my eyes and manipulate me. That, in these instances, becomes a part of my analysis of the work.
And that breaks my heart a bit to write, tbh.
This man was a hero and idol for years - I can just no longer hear him as the romantic protagonist he paints himself as, but simply as a guy spinning tales to try and gain sympathy - (yet all the same with flashes of truth coming through - some from a unique if admittedly unpleasant perspective.)
I’d never go and see him again, or purchase his work. I can’t imagine going back and listening to his old albums either - as they seem somehow illegitimate, just things he said to get someone into bed. Yet, weirdly, his new work is stark to me: it’s either naked confession or evil manipulation, and I want to look closely at both those things. A weird uncomfortable thing to admit but true for me. It’s raining here and I’m halfway down a bottle of vodka. Ryan Adams is a disappointing man, a bad and a failed one.
The listen reminds me of Brand New’s Science Fiction, which I think I’ve gone back to three or four times since the allegations there. Mainly? It’s just all the fucking way round sad.