Intimate Portrait: Ryan Adams

Inside Ryan Adams's house: brownies, but no nudity

When ex-Whiskeytown leader Ryan Adams released the album Gold last year, it seemed like everyone was talking about him. Now Adams is back with Demolition, a collection of tracks recorded at the same time as Gold. I called him in New York City on my cell phone while being chased by a gang on razor scooters.

Bands to Watch: Sahara Hotnights

Who:
Super-badass, all-girl, glam-punk quartet

Where they're from:
Robertsfors, a small town in northern Sweden

What they sound like:
Sleater-Kinney (minus the angst) busting the Runaways out of juvie and peeling off in a 1974 Camaro Z28

'Pod People

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That collection of unreleased Starland Vocal Band tracks doesn't have to be the only useless information you save onto your iPod: Info freaks have written a program that lets you transfer up to 900 film entries from the Internet Movie Database (the software can be found at www.magma.ca/ ~sheppard/IMDb/iPod.html). Meanwhile, Roster2iPod (at soundsgoodradio.net/py4ipod) lets you copy the current stats of any Major League Baseball team directly onto the device, turning your MP3 player into one expensive baseball card.
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Beautiful Stranger: Shannyn Sossamon

The first five minutes of The Rules of Attraction, a blissfully unrepentant look at collegiate hedonism from Pulp Fiction screenwriter Roger Avary, are a barrage of twisted energy: James Van Der Beek is dealing drugs and seducing nubile freshmen; Jessica Biel is downing Jack Daniel's and taking on an entire football team; and a gorgeous loser played by Shannyn Sossamon is getting raped and vomited on by a townie while an accomplice videotapes it all. It's a scene that's cruel and unnerving--and one that Sossamon wanted to make.
The first five minutes of The Rules of Attraction, a blissfully unrepentant look at collegiate hedonism from Pulp Fiction screenwriter Roger Avary, are a barrage of twisted energy: James Van Der Beek is dealing drugs and seducing nubile freshmen; Jessica Biel is downing Jack Daniel's and taking on an entire football team; and a gorgeous loser played by Shannyn Sossamon is getting raped and vomited on by a townie while an accomplice videotapes it all. It's a scene that's cruel and unnerving--and one that Sossamon wanted to make.

Forever Young: Alexis Bledel

Confronting teen immortality in Tuck Everlasting, Gilmore Girl Alexis Bledel plays a role she knows all too well
Confronting teen immortality in Tuck Everlasting, Gilmore Girl Alexis Bledel plays a role she knows all too well

Live: Weezer/Dashboard Confessional

This Weezer show was a study in spirited schizophrenia, fitting for a band whose leader, Rivers Cuomo, loves to sing about personality crises. The set was heavy on Weezer tunes most likely to be found on mix tapes (but where were "In the Garage" and "Pink Triangle"?), with Cuomo playing geek one song and guitar god the next. A blazing "Tired of Sex" blew away a meandering "Burndt Jamb" with a welcome wave of feedback; a snarly and raw "Hash Pipe" crashed into a deliberate and dignified "Only in Dreams," like the beefy jock-rockers probably ran over a shy Cuomo in some high school hallway long ago. But Cuomo doesn't want to be the guy who looks just like Buddy Holly anymore. Tonight, his dapper suit and tie put him a lot closer to Elvis Costello, and his gawky earnestness was all Jonathan Richman. But there was an intelligence and vulnerability behind what history will recall as "classic Weezer"--1994's debut "Blue Album" and its follow-up, Pinkerton--that was lost behind tonight's not-so-ironic-anymore flashpots and fog machines.
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