Lets the Sunshine In
by Bud Scoppa
“Guys, look out the window to the left,” Ryan Adams shouts to the other occupants of his tour bus, rolling through the verdant Oregon countryside as it heads northward toward Eugene on Interstate 5. “There’s this weird enchanted forest over there. What the fuck is that?”
The 36-year-old veteran is playing a quick series of West Coast dates behind his just-released 13th solo album, Ashes & Fire, but at the moment he’s just another wide-eyed sightseer reveling in the ever-changing landscape whizzing by along America’s highways. The moment is directly reflective of the long-tormented artist’s dramatically improved...