Call me on your way back home, dear, because I miss you.
It was dark and completely silent — silent — when I walked into the Zu room. I wondered if something was wrong. By the time I'd decided to take a seat in the comfortable couch, however, Ryan Adams was nearly in tears.
The Zu room was remarkably different from all other rooms I visited. Maybe it was the dim lighting that created the quiet mood. Showgoers were hushed; the space was as still as a library or a lecture hall or a…