Thank you Mr. Adams

I would like to dedicate this post (like he cares) to a man who has always been there for me. No matter what kind of day you've had, he understands. He's lived enough lives for all of us, I think. Whether you're picking flower petals, counting the pieces of your broken heart, or anything in between, I guarantee you one of Ryan Adams' eight full length albums (it might be more, I have eight) is certain to meet you wherever you are.
He released three full albums in 2005, one of which was a double disc. There's nothing to say to that. That is simply incredible. In my brief days in the recording studio, I remember how long it took to lay down one track. (Granted part of that was due to questionable technicians, right Shark and D Child?) Anyhow, there are many days here in Bangkok and elsewhere, when I have been very grateful to Mr. Adams for his music and his understanding. Thank you Ryan.
I have nothing else new. Tomorrow night, my second graders are to take the Thai universe by storm with a new interpretation of that most tumid of tales, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. I believe this will also be the first elementary school show with a beer tent. Yes, that's right. We were practicing today, when I noticed that there are several little bungalow/kiosks off to the side of where the parents will be. One of souvenirs. What kind of souvenir you buy at a show like this, I'm not sure. Another for food and drinks. Standard. Then one for beer. Interesting. There are sure to be some rather rambunctious parents applauding for their children tomorrow. Maybe they won't notice how much this show is going to suck. Hi to everyone back home, including my poor lonely new car which I have the urge to drive right now.
Jordan