I just can't find the time to write my mind the way I want it to read.

Ryan Adams gets (probably justifiably) raked over the coals by Jim DeRogatis. Read all about it.

Adams freaks out, leaves phone message for critic:

"And like what is your problem? You have to come after me... You do this to me every time I come to town... You know, fuck you -- Fuck you, you asshole. I'm like giving you a Courtney Love call, but nobody's interested in your bullshit... You obviously have a problem with me -- not the music because you can't refute it -- obviously, because it's too fucking good, you know it is or you wouldn't write about me. You would just like let it go -- but you write about me every chance you get...which is shit man. Just get somebody else, who gets it..."

Than posts poorly written explanation here.

Ryan, Ryan, Ryan: what's up? Do you not grasp the concept of "critic"? Aren't you the same guy who goes around talking shit about other bands, like, ALL THE TIME? Have you been getting so used to the (totally undeserved) critical fellating "Rock N Roll" has received that you can't take a little bad ink? Seriously, dude: you know you're in trouble when you cite the populist appeal of creative dreck like John Mayer and Dave Matthews to try and make your point. My advice to you, my friend, is to get Whiskeytown back together, stat. Or at least ditch the rock star trappings (including Parker Poseur) and the enfant terrible attitude (which was cute when you were a 19-year old songwriting wunderkind, but is getting a little stale as you inch towards 30) and get you're head in the game. The time has come to, put bluntly, shit or get off the pot, creatively speaking. Otherwise you risk artistic irrelevance or worse: commercial success.