By: Maddy Siiter
If I was stranded on a desert island with only one record to listen to, I’d definitely want to take Ryan Adams’ Live at Carnegie Hall with me.
The live record is 216 minutes worth of stripped down, acoustic versions of just a small portion of Adams’ large discography, intimately highlighting his songwriting.
Not only that, but the banter in between songs was left in the mixes. One of my favorite anecdotes includes his concern over a coughing woman in the audience getting a Ricola cough drop.
“There’s like a guy from Stubhub right now just waiting for you to keel over. He’s like, ‘a couple more coughs and they’re going down, I’m telling you’. No, but seriously, are you okay?”
I understand because it’s Ryan Adams it wouldn’t be the most uplifting listening experience and would probably make the whole “stranded on a desert island for an indefinite amount of time” situation worse, but I’m all for emotional authenticity and just really good music.
The situation would suck regardless, but just a little less if I had Ryan Adams telling me of song lyrics scribbled on pizza boxes in the early 2000s and singing a piano version of “New York, New York” and the live version of “Dear Chicago”.