The show was good, I'm pleased. I didn't get any pictures (at all) because I forgot to bring a camera, and Kaylee brought her's, but her's is a professional camera (technically) and we didn't even think about, you know, not being able to bring it in. We got a good parking spot and paid a whole whole lot less than a lot of people did for parking. The weather was nice, so even though our walk wasn't more than two or three blocks, it was nice out. I'm just listing things, I feel like. There were a lot of people in skinny jeans, plaid shirts, and cowboy boots (mostly guys, but girls dressed that way too. Only girls mixed it up, and wore skirts and dresses...with boots, everyone--even me--had boots on.) There was a transvestite. The show was not even close to selling out, I'm betting that I'll have to drive next time I want to see him.
He played like two and a half hours, and it was magical, in the corniest of terms. He played a bunch of stuff that I love*, and some new stuff, and randomly "Note to Self: Don't die" (it probably wasn't random, but it felt random, in the midst of the set) and that song just makes me think of Parker Posey, who I don't like at all. I was especially happy with the appearence of Please Do Not Let Me Go, Rescue Blues (which his moniter messed up during and he had to start over, the 'nati booed--not ME though.), Cold Roses, Off Broadway, Meadowlake Street, and Come Pick Me Up. Only because these are particular favorites (like Jane Austen).
There was some dude in the second balcony (right above us) who peridically smoked...(The Taft is an old theatre, and has been nonsmoking for some time, reguardless of the fact that EVERY venue in Ohio IS nonsmoking)...and he was smoking pot.
YAY RYAN ADAMS!
I don't think "The Cardinals" liked us (as the crowd). There was almost a ten minute wait for the Encore. But! I don't care! I loved it!! It was amazing!! Hahahahaha.
I'm grateful to have gone. And seen Ryan Adams :)
I really meant to be all narrative and complete and overbearing in this entry. But it didn't work out.

*I love it all, duh.
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