talk to me, baby

until last night, i couldn't remember the last time i walked out of a concert without thinking it was completely awesome. ryan adams played the verizon wireless theater in houston, my third concert to see there. my first was a date to jason mraz/liz phair that was the last good night in a crappy relationship. my second was ani all by myself and a welcomed respite from an increasingly awkward town.

this third show was not the proverbial charm. tonight the company couldn't have been better, but i guess ryan just wasn't in the mood. the whole performance was simply uninspired. he mumbled maybe, MAYBE, 6 words throughout the entire concert. each song change consisted of complete silence and a new guitar. no introductions, no anecdotal stories, no jokes. he didn't even show his face to the audience the entire time. he just kept his head down with his hair covering his face and played formulaic songs.

all of this ellusive behavior caused us to doubt the veracity of the performance. kevin suspects we were really watching a robot. i think a robot would have had more personality. either way, i'll never go see him live again.