Reason to Move to France Numéro Deux:

Vincent Moon

Impressions: A List

When I listen to Ryan Adams, I hear and/or think about:

proud swaggers, black and white photos, '63 Chevy's, whiskey for dinner, grass stains, the sun setting, sleepy afternoon sex, shoulder squeezes, Chicago, Wilco, road trips, road trips to Chicago in a '63 Chevy, the crack in a boy's voice, hangovers, summer sweat and sticky dirt skin, dusk, dusk over the black hills, waitresses bringing coffee, waitresses with pencils in their hair, chirping, drawling, drowning, diving, cowboy boots, brief summer rain showers, bonfires with red wine, small towns, Kerouac, greasy hair, cramped legs, fuel lights, mileage, impatient children, dew, the West, a smile smiled into a lover's neck, missed connections, the desert, a whisper in the morning

When I listen to Ryan Adams, I feel:

an ache, everything

Driveways

D: "What are you doing out here?"

R: "Lounging."

D: "In the driveway?  What if a car drives off the road?"

R: "Mom.  I haven't seen any cars drive by the whole time I've been out here."

D: "Still.  What will the neighbors think if they see you lying out here?"

R: "That I must be enjoying this lovely patch of shade."

D: "Come on inside.  People will think you're drunk."

R: "Oh, Mom."