Drop the “B” – it’s Ryan, not Bryan.

I have been carrying on an unrequited love affair with Ryan Adams for many years now. It all started in 2003 when I was listening to a Beth Orton song,  ‘Concrete Sky’. I found myself focussing on the voice supporting her. It was a voice I wanted to climb into, the perfect foil to Beth Orton’s quirky Londontown sound.

The track is here if you’d like to listen to it (try and hang in there until the 2min, 33 mark):

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