Ryan Adams is nothing if not prolific—as a songwriter, drug-taker, rant-maker, blog-hater. So it should come as no surprise that the fella’s publishing a book, or that he’s doing it through Brooklyn’s Akashic Books—the same punky boutique publishers known for pumping out works by Joe Meno, Elizabeth Crane, and Amiri Baraka. Adams’ first literary endeavor is called Infinity Blues, but according to Pitchfork’s report, there’s no word yet on exactly when the book will hit stores or even what the damn thing actually is—poetry? prose? guitar tablature? love letters to Jessica Joffe? Adams’ appropriately titled blog, Foggy, describes it as a “long long sad bookbut some funny too, just like those black and white movies in the heat of the eastern seaboard- rolling through the windows of our home…” Whatever, man.
Though conflicting reports exist on the matter, back in July when Adams originally signed with Akashic, the Post mentioned a deal to publish a “still-untitled collection of prose.” So until we hear otherwise—or until Adams posts more wacky shit to the contrary on his blog—we’re going with prose for Infinity Blues.
If you happen to be in Canada, you can catch the mop-haired boy wonder and his band the Cardinals on tour with Oasis. (That’s a lot of mop-hair.) Otherwise you’ll have to wait until Adams comes back sans Oasis to New York, upstate that is, in late September.
