Ryan Adams and 48 Hours Revisited

In 2001, Ryan Adams made one of the best albums of his career, and never released it. It’s pretty safe to say that its one of my favorite albums that has never seen the light of day. A Youtube-er asked me if I could locate the album for him, and I gladly obliged… so there’s no sense in not sharing with everyone, right?

And the other reason for re-posting, Marty is on his way back to New England, right now, interviewing for a job and hoping to move back east. I’ll be seeing him tomorrow, sharing stories and comparing notes over a tallboy, and some good food at Angelo’s Civita Farnese.

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Download the “48 Hours” album at : http://drop.io/v7vdmis

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Samples:

Ryan Adams – 48 Hours – Walls
Ryan Adams – 48 Hours – Like The Twilight (Drunk and Fucked Up)

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Excerpt:

You all know that Ryan Adams is slightly more than a hobby for me. Mangled B-sides and garbled concert clips are Mozart to these ears. One-off web clips are collectors items and treasured additions to my music collection. So when I got a hold of a number of Ryan Adams’ unreleased sessions a while back, (back when trading was done with bubble mailers and postage stamps…..none of this torrent malarkey), as you can imagine, I was amazed that the wealth of material that D.R. Adams had “tossed aside” was viable and desirable as good, quality music. 48 Hours, The Destroyer Sessions, The Suicide Handbook, The Heartbreaker Demos. My roommate, Marty and I would latch onto different albums, for the same reasons. Mainly, there were no reasons.

Marty had cemented this song for me, a few years back, on a road trip to New Haven. It was a few weeks after I had handed him a stack of new music. He popped in the newest latest greatest mix cd into the dashboard player. I think it was called “You Could’ve Looked Better”. This one song came on about 20 minutes down the highway. He said, “This is the best song ever written”.

We were going too fast and had too many things passing through our bloodstream. But being weary and being on the road, and working on what little sleep we could afford between drinking Narragansett tallboys after last call at the Decatur and a midmorning breakfast at the Classic Cafe. That day was ours, and this WAS the greatest, most perfect song ever written. It’s still pretty damn good. Glad I didn’t move to New Haven that fall. Wish I had those times back….

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Excerpt taken from: The full, original post from early 2008

Further Reading: http://ghost-electricity.blogspot.com/search/label/ryan%20adams

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Well, the rain’s gonna come, and wash away all of our sins

Since this is my directorial debut, I’d like to say a few words regarding this clip. You all know that Ryan Adams is slightly more than a hobby for me. Mangled B-sides and garbled concert clips are Mozart to these ears. One-off web clips are collectors items and treasured additions to my music collection. So when I got a hold of a number of Ryan Adams’ unreleased sessions a while back, (back when trading was done with bubble mailers and postage stamps…..none of this torrent malarkey), as you can imagine, I was amazed that the wealth of material that D.R. Adams had “tossed aside” was viable and desirable as good, quality music. 48 Hours, The Destroyer Sessions, The Suicide Handbook, The Heartbreaker Demos. My roommate, Marty and I would latch onto different albums, for the same reasons. Mainly, there were no reasons.

Marty had cemented this song for me, a few years back, on a road trip to New Haven. It was a few weeks after I had handed him a stack of new music. He popped in the newest latest greatest mix cd into the dashboard player. I think it was called “You Could’ve Looked Better”. This one song came on about 20 minutes down the highway. He said, “This is the best song ever written”.

We were going too fast and had too many things passing through our bloodstream. But being weary and being on the road, and working on what little sleep we could afford between drinking Narragansett tallboys after last call at the Decatur and a midmorning breakfast at the Classic Cafe. That day was ours, and this WAS the greatest, most perfect song ever written. It’s still pretty damn good. Glad I didn’t move to New Haven that fall. Wish I had those times back….

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Ryan Adams – 48 Hours- 02-Walls.mp3