Yeah, I know I’m slacking with the updates. I have to force myself to type some words on here when I just feel like sitting around chewing on styrofoam and sleeping.

Quite a few new things are happening in my otherwise mundane life, but as none of them involve leaving this room… I think a rant is in order. . . I’ll skip it. I still enjoy writing when I have something to say, but it seems as though everything anyone could ever possibly say has already been said. I just want to listen to Jawbreaker, eat tuna sandwiches and sleep.

I was going talk about the new Ryan Adams album, Demolition, but I can’t get throught it. I’ve been trying to listen to it all day, but it’s really not holding my interest.

Demolition is 13 songs in 45 minutes, and continues Ryan Adams’ descent into lyrical mediocrity and musical Top 40 oblivion.

On the whole, Demolition feels as brutally functional as any prog-rock album — which is quite a feat from a largely acoustic affair. Although it purports to be a collection of outtakes, demos and scratch tracks recorded immediately after the Gold sessions and during the Gold tour, the album sounds so coldly calculated and studio measured that I can hardly believe that it represents Ryan’s best spontaneous output during that 18 month period. Adams’ reputation as a songwriter is that he is as varied as he is prolific, but the tracks on this album feel as mass produced and inter-changeable as robots from the future.

I’ve tried to suck out the marrow, pull it apart, but there just anything thing there. It lacks fire, it lacks purpose, and it sounds like it could have been recorded by any group of Nashville studio musicians with songs written by committee.

Demolition sounds so grimly efficient that I can’t recommend it in the least. Unless you are a collector, you can skip it, but If you really want to hear it, I’ll burn you a copy.