Ryan Adams is wonderful...I think

The musician that is Ryan Adams has done nothing but confuse me since I heard about him a long time ago from someone that I refuse to name on this blog. Anyway, here's the jist of my Ryan Adams infatuation; I love his music, but I'm not sure I would want to have anything to do with him in real life. He seems kind of like a douche bag, but if anyone talks shit about him I will be on them because he's such a brilliant musician. That's why when I found this...

I couldnt help but agree with Ryan, even though the subject of the voicemail is kind of petty. My favorite part is when he acknowledges that his music is great. I think that about sums it up haha. It's great. Have a listen. Below are the lyrics to my favorite Adam's tune. It really makes you think and its interesting to hear the man on the voicemail and then read his words. Maybe he was just having a bad day and the reporter really was an asshole. Who the hell knows. All I know is I still respect the son of a bitch.

If everything you want is something you couldn't have
Go outside a while, look up and count the clouds
Can you draw a picture of the backyard of the house
You grew up in, can you remember how it smelled?

Don't worry up your mind
People are sick and mean sometimes
They're only words
They're only words

If everybody is grateful, how come nobody's satisfied
If a tree falls in the woods and there ain't no one around
If you heard it you could go over and whittle out a wishing box
You could write her name on something and put it inside

Don't worry up your mind
People are sick and mean sometimes
Don't worry up your mind
They're only words
It's only words
It's only words