MATTHEW RYAN - REGRET OVER THE WIRES

You’re driving down the long, flat, winding roads late at night-– the only car in sight. Your headlights dance off the branches of the trees that line the road. It’s a melancholy peacefulness. The soundtrack to this drive is Matthew Ryan’s Regret Over The Wires. The thumping of the tires keep time with the pace of the songs, like a needle in a record's groove. Ryan’s gravelly voice lulls you into thinking about the past again. An ache fills your heart, but also acknowledges that this is one of those rare moments when a new chapter in your life is being written. You sort through the CDs on the seat beside you as the story "Every Good Thing" unfolds. It reminds you of the people you’re leaving behind. You lift up some CDs to catch the light from the dashboard: David Gray, Tom McRae, Duncan Sheik, old Springsteen. Discs that, while similar in feel, don’t provide the same feeling as Regret Over the Wires evokes. The car glides along, the breeze on your face just right. A sign up ahead announces that you’re halfway there. You see the hotel where you planned on crashing for the night. The last track ends. This night is too good to waste sleeping. You drive on through. The CD starts over from the beginning. Matthew Ryan is strumming an acoustic guitar. Your high-beams cut deep into the night. You settle back into your seat and sing along: "Songs are souvenirs for the peace that hasn’t come / And if it never does better still that they be sung / Souvenirs, of little hopes, underground and between thieves / The boulevard is raining hard on the flood of you and me / The little things / The little things mean everything,..."
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