#RYLEY WALKER DEAFMAN GLANCE FULL#

Maybe still mumbling, but now leaping between direct answers about the making of his new album and all sorts of random asides about niche artists he adores or our mutual appreciation for food from Sheetz gas stations. Attribute it to the first several jokes landing, or the first whiskey landing, or both, but soon Walker is a flurry of thoughts. (Last night was a big one.) Dressed in nondescript jeans and a baggy item lost somewhere between a shirt and sweater along with the aforementioned red hat, he initially radiates a kind of burnt-out вЂњThe Dude AbidesвЂќ persona, aside from the fact that he prefers uppers to weed. We duck into a bar next door with an array of fancy craft brews of high price points and correspondingly high alcohol content, and quickly retreat to a backyard friendly to chain-smoking, as Walker is friendly to himself.ДЄt first, Walker speaks in a gravelly, obscured mumble.

вЂњI could use a good bourbon right now,вЂќ he says as we finish up the shoot and return to the venue. That is, if you can get his mind to sit still with any one topic for long. Out next week via Dead Oceans, it is a striking piece of work -В arguably his best yet - and thereвЂ™s a lot to talk about. The actual reason weвЂ™re talking is that heвЂ™s about to release his fourth solo album in as many years, the dark and fractured Deafman Glance. But that is not the occasion for our meeting, or for the photo shoot that is alternately causing him discomfort and amusement - WalkerвЂ™s a young road warrior, no stranger to passing through one metropolis or another several times a year. WeвЂ™re walking around this part of town because Walker has an opening gig for Calexico later tonight. Rather than a certain slogan, the faded white letters in question here say вЂњCokeвЂќ - you have to wonder which coke Walker wears it as a reference to. вЂњYou canвЂ™t even wear a fucking red hat, theyвЂ™re done now, man,вЂќ he explains. Get my award-winning personality.вЂќДЄt a certain point he becomes self-conscious about his outfit, turning his hat - which is red with white lettering - around. вЂњOh, yeah, get the cigarette in there,вЂќ he urges. As we walk around taking photos, he interjects with mock commands as if simultaneously performing and undermining the stereotype of the difficult celeb shoot with hands-on PR.

#RYLEY WALKER DEAFMAN GLANCE FULL#

HeвЂ™s also full of those jocular outbursts.

He has a lot of the latter, and he finishes the thought with one: вЂњOne time I walked through SoHo hungover and every guy was six-foot Scandinavian hot body and I never felt uglier in my life.вЂќ We are walking around the Manhattan neighborhood in question, Walker a rapid-fire mixture of rapt observations on the city around him, jocular outbursts, tales of debauchery, and self-deprecating anecdotes. вЂњI was not made to be a Lower East Side model,вЂќ Ryley Walker cracks as I force him, for the purposes of splashy journalistic representation, to act like a Lower East Side model.

Ryley walker deafman glance