Ellie Grace Summers Live From TA5
February 17, 2012



Ellie-Grace Summers walks out onto the relatively empty stage, with the exception of a microphone stand, a stool and two acoustic guitars, she walks out wearing a yellow dress and big smile across her face, she waves at the crowd and slowly makes her way over towards the stool located at the center of the stage, she grabs one of the acoustic guitars before sitting down on the stool, adjusting the microphone slightly she looks out at the crowd and smiles, “Wow, pretty big crowd out here, huh? … How you guys doing? … Can you hear me all the way at the back there?” The crowd cheer a little as she pauses while she adjusts the strings on her guitar slightly before continuing, “Alrighty, let’s get this thing going then, My name’s Ellie-Grace and I’m gonna play you a couple of songs, how you like em’” She pauses again before continuing, “This is called Silence Is Deafening … hope you enjoy it” She begins to play the acoustic introduction to the song before singing;

“We used to be so close, once upon a time
But now it seems you’ve stopped feeling now
And your heart is no longer mine
---
All we’ve got is an awkward silence
And the whisper in the air
All we’ve got is unwritten love letters
And the feeling of despair
---
We don’t seem to talk no more
The same way that we used to do
And now I feel so cold and alone
And I guess this means, we’re through
---
You never tell me how you’re really feeling
And I’m just playing this same old guessing game
My mind just wanders through all of this silence
And leaves me here in so much pain
---
So I guess what I’m trying to say
In my own messed up kinda way
Is that I wish you happiness in your life
And I hope to see you again someday
---
But for now if this is what you need to do
I won’t blame us, I won’t blame you
I guess that we just want different things
But I just want the joy that your love used to bring

Ellie pauses with the build-up to the chorus, she slowly leads into it with her acoustic guitar and slowly starts to walk closer to the edge of the stage, “If you know the lyrics then please sing along.” She says before continuing to move closer to the edge of the stage, she starts singing the chorus along with the crowd as they wave their arms back and forth along to the music.

But this silence is deafening
Like the cold sound of pain
And silence is deafening
When there’s nothing left to gain
---
Silence is deafening
And has the power to kill
You would tell me if being with me
Was just a cheap thrill
---
Silence is deafening
And I can’t take no more
Silence is deafening
And I’m closing the door
---
Silence is deafening
And it’s harder to try
Silence is deafening
It’s such a shame to see true love die”



As the song finishes Ellie walks back over to the stool, she takes a quick drink from a bottle of water next to where she’s sat before she starts adjusting her guitar strings again, She starts to play a soft little acoustic introduction before talking about the song she’s about to play, “I wrote this next song after leaving school, It’s a song about relationships and the fear of losing someone important in your life, At the time that I wrote this song, everybody I was close with was leaving to go to college and because I decided to stay at home and focus on getting signed we all had to be far apart from each other, it got a little tough sometimes but this is the song that came out of that darkness I guess … It’s called I’d Wait Forever, Hope you like it.” She smiles a little before playing the introduction to the song and she starts to sing;

“Gone Away, Are The Memories Of Yesterday
A Pain So Tough And A Love So Pure To Me, Vanish
And Your No Longer Here To See Me Laugh And Cry
And I Wonder Why, This Is Over So Soon
---
Is This The Way It Was Supposed To End, So Should I Grieve
I Question, Was Your Love Real Or Just Make Believe
Instead I’m Lost In My Tragic Thoughts Even More
Rewriting Our History As It Falls To The Floor
---
So When You Leave Me Alone In The Darkness
Will You Remember My Face And All That Goes With It
Everything You Said That Made Me So Special Hasn’t Disappeared
And I Pray To The Heavens For The Day You Come Near
---
You Once Said We’d End Up Together
But Now You’ve Gone, I’d Wait Forever
Yes I’d Wait Forever, It’s True
I Promise I’d Wait Forever For You
---
All I Need To Know Is That There’s A Chance For Me And You
Another Chance At Love Because I Promise That I’d Follow You
Or Maybe I’ll Just Decide To Go Wherever You Are
And I’ll Find Things To Keep My Faith, I’ll Be Wishing On A Star
---
So You’ll Come Back Into My Life
Like The Grace Of The Morning Sun
Because You’re the Only One
Like A Firefly In The Evening Light
Like Our Love Was Never Out Of Sight
---
All I Need To Know Is That There’s A Chance For Me And You
Another Chance At Love Because I Promise That I’d Follow You
Or Maybe I’ll Just Decide To Go Wherever You Are
And I’ll Find Things To Keep My Faith, I’ll Be Wishing On A Star
---
You Once Said We’d End Up Together
But Now You’ve Gone, I’d Wait Forever
Yes I’d Wait Forever, It’s True
I Promise I’d Wait Forever For You
---
Gone Away, Are The Memories Of Yesterday
A Pain So Tough And A Love So Pure To Me Vanish
And Your No Longer Here To See Me Laugh And Cry
And I Wonder Why, This Is Over So Soon
---
You Once Said We’d End Up Together
But Now You’ve Gone, I’d Wait Forever
Yes I’d Wait Forever, It’s True
I Promise I’d Wait Forever For You”

As Ellie finishes playing the song she smiles and waves out at the crowd in front of her, “Wow, you guys have really been incredible … I wasn’t expecting so many of you to know my songs.” She giggles a little before continuing, “So how are you guys enjoying your festival, so far?” she pauses as the crowd erupts into cheers before continuing with a smile on her face, “Yeah, some really great people performing here.” She takes a drink of water momentarily and starts to adjust her guitar strings once more, she brings the microphone slightly closer to her and continues, “I got my first real break in July last year, I had only just turned 19 years old and I had never left my hometown of Tennessee and so, starting out in the music industry was kinda scary, things seemed to happen pretty quickly and I was sent out to Los Angeles to start work on my debut album, if you’re from a relatively small town you’ll know that going out to LA on your own at any age is pretty scary, but the attention was something I had never had to deal with before, it was a tough first month out there but I became friends with some really great people and they helped me out a lot and so I owe a lot to three people in particular and I want to take this opportunity to say a huge thank you to them, So thank you … Mandy Williams, Isabel Merjos and ladies and gentleman please welcome to the stage … the wonderful and always entertaining, Hayden Merjos.”



The crowd ripples with applause and cheers as Hayden makes his way out onto the stage with his guitar in hand, he smiles out at the crowd and raises his arm, he walks over to Ellie, puts his arm around her shoulder and whispers something in her ear, she laughs as Hayden turns to face the crowd, he moves the microphone slightly and starts to play a riff on his guitar before looking out at the crowd, he smiles and says, “Alright, let’s do this!” The two look at each other and start to play their guitars together in unison as the crowd cheer and applaud as Ellie starts singing;

Vocal Information
Ellie
Hayden
Together

“Staring Down The Stairwell
Looking Into The Gates Of Hell
Daddy’s Fighting And Mommy’s So Sad
I Never Thought Things Would Get So Bad
---
The Tension Builds On A Nightly Basis
Love Falls Away Over Time
Things Are Tearing Apart At The Seams
Is This The Stuff Of Nightmares
Or Is This The Stuff Of Dreams
---
I’ll Write What I’m Feeling In The Hope Of Getting Better
She’s Trying To Leave But He Won’t Let Her
All Of This Drama Seems So Tough
We All Know That Love Is Enough
---
At Fifteen You Don’t Even Know Your Heart
Sixteen Is Right Where Your Life Will Start
At Seventeen You’ve Already Got A Kid
At Eighteen You Finally See What Loneliness Is
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So Paint Me A Picture
With Your Words Tonight
Paint Me A Picture
And Promise To Hold Me Tight
Paint Me A Picture
When I’m Struggling To Find My Way
I’ll Paint You A Picture
And You’ll Learn To Love Someday
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Paint Me A Picture
And Show Me The Beauty Tonight
I’ll Paint You A Picture
And I Promise To Hold You Tight
Paint Me A Picture
And Promise Never To Leave
I’ll Paint You A Picture
Of Our Life Together, Just Believe

As they finish the song, the crowd cheers and applaud, Ellie places her guitar down next to the stool and smiles as she looks out at the crowd, she looks over at Hayden and smiles and again, she then grabs her microphone, "Thank you for listening, I hope you enjoyed my performance and I hope you all enjoy the rest of the festival. Thank you, you've been amazing." She waves at the crowd and smiles as Hayden walks over to her, he puts his arm around her and kisses her on the cheek before whispering something in her ear again, they then leave the stage together to the sound of rippling applause and cheers.

Setlist;
1. Silence Is Deafening
2. I’d Wait Forever
3. Paint Me A Picture (Feat. Hayden)

-Set list-

1. Your Real Disguise
2. Behind
3. Teardrops in the Ocean [New]
4. Please Don't Go
5. Only Time You'll See My Face [New]

RYAN ROSS HERNANDEZ LIVE @ TOTAL ANNIHILATION 5

After Katie Coyle's performance, the audience knows who is coming next. The headliner of the day for the Chaos Magazine Stage, Ryan Ross Hernandez. Tonight there is absolutely no delay, and the second the clock hits the time of his set, the lights on the stage dim. With ninety thousand people on deck, and anxiously awaiting Ryan, screams and cheers are heard as they're all on their feet for him. Aside from the multiple camera flashes coming from all ends of the stadium. Lights rise, now showing the crowd a see-through linen curtain that is in front of the stage, the lights shining behind the curtain with fans being able to see shadows walking and shuffling behind it getting ready for the performance.



All the other shadows disappear and only one is seen. The audience cheers, presuming that the figure left behind the curtain is one of Mister Ryan Ross Hernandez. The lights that were shining behind it are gone as the curtain opens at both ends. Without any further theatrics we see Hernandez standing before the audience, with an acoustic guitar hanging from his back, a Martin 000-ECHF Belezza Nera with a beautiful mantel black finish. Te lights raise, giving the audience a clear view as to where the area Ryan is standing on now. He takes off one of his earpieces again as he leans into the microphone while running a hand through his hair. "Good evening," he simply said, having decided before the show to keep his usual long-winded talk with the audience at a bare minimum for the evening. Ryan raises the acoustic guitar and starts to play a simple, rhythmic melody, keeping the crowd in suspense at to which song he is about to dive into. After twenty or so seconds of the improvised guitar playing by him, he changes the melody and dives right into the folky opening chords of The Art of Getting By, a song off of his latest album, and a recent number one hit, that he has yet to play live. Of course, until now. Just by playing that opening chord and the drums softly coming in, the fans cheer and scream with excitement. "This one is about smoking weed, and having one-night stands, and just about defending one's personal freedom." To match with the chords, Ryan starts to sing in a gentle voice that matches; His voice almost entirely taken over by how loud the fans are singing now.

Tonight, I need sometime on my own
To be just me in my home alone
I got a pocketful of California green
So no ones gonna tell me no

Do you remember the old me?
The one in the band with skinny jeans
I wish I still had time to go back and reminisce
Too bad you can't re-write history

It's gonna be a long, long time, 'fore you ever see me again
It's gonna be a long, long time, 'fore you ever see me again
I don't remember this city or these faces
But then again I don't even remember who I use to be

I'm gonna go back to my old ways
Call every girl that I've ever fucked
Who'd ever thought that they'd all grown up
Tonight, I'm gonna smoke myself to sleep

Nothing wrong with having meaningless sex
Meeting all of the P.Y.T's under the city lights
I'll bed them all until fate sends me a sign
Wait up, let me buy a pack of Trojans, then I'll be ready to go

Every girl from every city is welcomed too
New York City' trust fund babies
And LA' aspiring actresses
I don't know why anyone would ever wanna give this up
But then again I've never tried hitting the brakes

At the bridge of the song, a series of bouncy keys are played, along with the bass lines coming into the song as well. Ryan plays a small solo on his acoustic guitar, nothing too fancy as he usually does when he is playing electric, but something simple which is the direction is music in the near future will be taking. All the instruments stop, barring only the acoustic guitar. "Sing it with me London," Ryan says in a raspy voice, and the crowd by all means happy to comply with his request.

Now who's gonna stop me now?
From planning vacations for myself
Or spending Friday night getting a high all alone
I ask, who's gonna stop me now?
Mmhmm

It's been a long, long night in London too
It's been a long, long time since I've felt this free
I don't remember a British girl ever looking this pretty
But then again I have a bad memory and I'm a little stoned

He gets a massively positive response from the audience with this song, especially at the two points at the end where he changes a few lyrics up to mention his British fans. He plays the final chords to send the song off. "Thank you, thank you."

"Apparently I'm really into telling you guys what the songs are about, so none of you form any opinion of your own, so," He looks down and steps on a pedal in front of him, swiping his fingers against the strings of his newly handed guitar, finding the correct tuning for the next song. He plays a few random chords for a few seconds, before speaking into the microphone again, "this song is about a lot of things." Ryan gives the crowd a small smirk before stepping back and turning his back to them, as he adjusts his guitar. He gives his backing guitarist a nod, signal for him to start the song off. "David Ryan Harris is starting us off on this one. Give it up for David Ryan," the crowd cheered for Hernandez's longtime touring band member, anyone who who called themselves hardcore or diehard fans of his music, were probably familiar with David Ryan. The cheers are really heard throughout the sea of people in front of them, when he actually starts off the song, playing the opening acoustic chords of It's Not An Ending (Rather a New Beginning), a song off of Ryan's latest album. When he begins to play, the lights dim down and a sort-of blueish light shines on the stage. It's one of the songs in RRH's discography that relies heavily on his band. On this song in particular, nine musicians are on stage, including Hernandez, the large stage filled up with musicians until the very peak just as Ryan likes his shows to be. Unlike many of his peers, he doesn't see himself as singer-songwriter/musician/entertainer. He wants people to just see him as a musician when he's on stage. It's Not An Ending, is one of those songs that slowly builds up, beginning with the repeated chords played acoustically by Harris, and leading into the ambient noises that are added by keyboard synths.

I can't explain it
You're still my baby,
A part of me, apart from me

Ryan begins singing, the blue lights still being the prominent lights shining on stage, but as he sings, a soft white light shines from just below him. He continues to sing the opening verse of the song, he makes a fist with his right hand softly smacking it against his open left hand. It's clear as Ryan has said before, that when he isn't playing guitar, he has no idea what to do with his hands on stage.

I wasted January to April,
Roaming on my own around again
An old friend told me,
"You're fucked my friend, if you don't realize you miss her like hell within"
The memories are stuck inside my head, she became a nuisance
I'm in Los Angeles, you're in London, I'm learning to deconstruct you

Ryan is finally able to pick at his guitar strings come the chorus, as more of the instruments are introduced. A deep echoing bass line, a combo of tenor and alto saxophones, drums, and a string of percussion's are added into the mix.

For once we go, we rot in the ground made of gold
I just want my road there paved with magnificent intentions
(A jagged knife into the waters of hell)
And all at once, I'll burn the world down for the truth

The instruments halt after a short period of instrumentation, before picking up again when the second verse begins.

Foreign things have never interested me,
Unless if the topic is supermodels
Domestic feels more comfortable and safe to me,
Like my guitar collection
The city I'm in has taught me to celebrate with alcohol
Don't believe me when I have a drink in hand
Why don't you fly me to the moon?
Play me like those dance records you and your girlfriends make
I'll become her favorite late-night smooth jazz song
Be the Gardner to my Sinatra,
The Monroe to my JFK

All the instruments meet again at the start of the second chorus, more brass instrument make their way into the soundscape, in addition to the saxophones, coming into play is a horn, and trumpet. Even a woodwind instrument comes in, a clarinet.

For once we go, we rot in the ground made of gold
I just want my road there paved with magnificent intentions
(A jagged knife into the waters of hell)
And all at once, I'll burn the world down for the truth

After the chorus, the horn section get their time to shine each respectively doing their solos. Ryan has been singing mostly falsetto throughout the whole song. His microphone stand has two mics next to each other, for the final verse, the other one is finally used, being a vocoder that goes with the soft keys playing behind. He picks at the guitar strings, strutting his body along with the chords as he plays them. When he begins to sing, his falsetto vocals echoing through the speakers.

Sometimes I even make my own self sick
I'm not scared of spending Christmas night alone
Hallow skies, cocaine hits my chest
I'm an only child lost in the world
You don't like the strong smell of the cannabis I smoked last night
And I don't blame her
But at least once a year,
My head gets so heavy with thoughts of love and hate
That I need a way to leave this world for a while

The second his finishes singing, all the instruments heard before throughout the song come together, creating a true celebration of music in someways. Ryan turns his back to the audience once more as he joins the band in a smooth breakdown of the song. While the instruments are all still playing loud and in midst of the breakdown, Ryan goes back to singing into the vocoder the chorus for the last time.

For once we go, we rot in the ground made of gold
I just want my road there paved with magnificent intentions
(A jagged knife into the waters of hell)
And all at once, I'll burn the world down for the truth

All the instruments end in sync together, as soon as Hernandez finishes singing. The lights rise as the audience cheers for them, Ryan smirks and nods his head, leaning into the mic again, "Thank you."

He rises his guitar and starts to play riff his backing player was just playing before, in a more prominent form. A quick rise of cheers is heard as the riff signals for Hernandez's moving onto The Other Side of Desire, a fan-favorite. In a melodic tone he uses the wah-wah pedal before diving into singing. A red light illuminates the stage along with the limelight that was already in place. The basslines progress to a much cleaner tone while the drums don't change much from the start, only with the occasional cymbals added here and there. Ryan sings in a more registered deep voice rather than his regular falsetto vocal register. By the bridge, the performance turns into a all-out emotional rock jam. As Hernandez sings the chorus, the look on his face is almost as he is physically in pain. For the breakdown of the song, he dives into the most impressive guitar solo we've heard from him in the entire set. For well over a minute, the audience just presents pure guitar excellence as his eyes are even seen rolling to the back of his head as he plays the solo. He sings the final chorus, following the guitar solo, in such an emotional tone, while not hitting most of the high notes, the audience does not mind at all as the emotion in his voice seems to make up for it. He finishes it off with a simple 'oooh,' before finishing off, leaving the crowd in a buzz.

The lights lower again, now there is just a a row of circular spotlights around Ryan, and a more prominent one shining on him. “Moving on, ugh, this a new one. It's called How a Man Grows Older. I hope you enjoy it.” Just as soon as he says that he starts playing a rhythmically, paced guitar picking riff. It's soon caught on that he is continuing the opener with another folk song. Although the song isn't comparable to anything he has written or the fans know him for. When he starts singing, his tone is a smokey one, similar to his own speaking voice.

Every morning
When I wake up
I take a trip
To all the dark neighborhoods inside my head

I love a liar,
But I hate a cheater
So I'm a liar
With little faith
In everyone, including myself
Every year it gets harder to have faith in my fates

Each passing day it gets
Harder to take their shots
Harder to fake who I won't be
'Cause in ten years
I'll be waking up and I'll be 45
No one ever wants to grow old lonely

I still have dreams,
Maybe one or two
I haven't woken up to yet
Their less ambitious than when I was twenty
The thing with dreams is
The older you grow, the less higher they fly

The other day I,
I saw an old friend
Who managed to get stuck in my head
When he said, "you don't even remember my name, do you?"

Each passing day it gets
Harder to take their shots
Harder to fake who I won't be
'Cause in ten years
I'll be waking up and I'll be 45
No one ever wants to grow old lonely

Time is still on my side
I haven't lost hope in myself
So I rely on anyone who still calls
I grew up without a dad
So I live with the notion,
That everyone I love is gonna leave me

In between the verses he bends a few harmonica notes, while continuing to play the steady guitar riff. He taps his foot along to the melody. He adds a string of 'oooh's' before singing the final verse.

So take a seat
And shallow this bitter pill
When you show your face to the daylight
'Cause in ten years
I'll be waking up and I'll be 45
And man grows old without warning

The lights dim behind Ryan, and a single spotlight shines on him, as it did at the start of the show. As soon as he starts to play the next chords, the entire audience cheers knowing exactly which song it is. He leans against the mic while continuing to play the same melody, as he begins to sing (I Know) The World Is Black & White It is one of his many songs that while never being singles, have become very popular with his fans. As he has mentioned in past interviews, the song has stand the test of time and is always just as personal to him as when he first wrote it every time he sings it. For such reason he sings the song in a personal and gentle voice, never forcing his vocals to go higher or lower to the melody. Before reaching the bridge of the song, he begins to whistle along his guitar picking.

"Here’s the thing now. When life gets good, you can’t stop the game and walk away and say ‘Hey, I made it!’ ‘Cause when life gets good, you gotta sit there, at the table and keep playing the game you’re playing. Things are gonna get good, and things are gonna get bad again. And you’re gonna hold my hand, you’ll be alright again. When it gets good again, when the nose of the plane rights itself from the nosedive, you’re gonna say ‘Hey, I’m still alive!’ And this is now my beautiful life, and this is now my beautiful house. No, I won’t, don’t you give up. Don’t you give up. No, no. I won’t give up, no I won’t run. Don’t you ever stop for anyone."

His eyes can be seen getting teary-eyed during the middle of his banter, all the while still playing the same chords over it. He takes a moment, before diving right into the bridge of the song, finally singing in a louder vocal register, before singing in full on pitch falsetto tone and holding the note to finish off the song. "Thank you," he tells the crowd with a simple nod.

The lights dim down to achieve a more personal setting, with the orchestra coming into play for the second time in the night, bringing a haunting sound from just the string section. It's followed by the drums, bass, and guitars respectively. The light rise up again once Ryan starts to play the opening guitar solo, letting everyone know that it's The Story of a Misunderstood Man. He showed off a swirling guitar work repertoire, with the huge instrumentation behind him to create booming sound. His vocals sound as crisp as ever, really saving the best for last. While he sings, he continues to play a circular guitar riff. At any rate, Hernandez always returns to his defining vocal gesture - the line that slides down like a contented sigh or up like a raised eyebrow, giving his beloved hits their air of easy intimacy, it's tempered by a plaintive, sweet melancholy that carries plenty of emotion and meaning.

One too many nights were the ones that
Once revolved around you
Recollect all the shattered pieces
Praying this home won't fall through, again
All my friends accused me of losing my mind

But I swore I could handle it

You sing me a song of how beautiful we could one day be
But you go back one day and turn it into a goodbye song
And I lived in your dark twisted games for one day too long
But you promised me every night that the grass would get greener eventually
Wonderin' which gray shade of you I might get on the phone, tonight
Well I stopped calling back and this song is to let you know why

At this point a sea of arms are seen from the immense crowd at hand, each one echoing behind Ryan's every vocal, to such extent that the crowd vocals nearly overpower the audibility of Ryan's own voice through the PA system. A pedal steel is now added to the mix, adding even a greater amount of mournfulness to the already slow burning kiss off of a ballad. All the instrumentation quickly starts to build up and become more powerful towards at the bridge of the song.

You are a philosopher at sorry
And making women blind with your wit and charm
Never impressed by someone who figures you out
All the girls that you've ruined have lifeless eyes
Cause you burned them out

But I stopped your games
Before fire could catch me
So don't look down
I'm shining over your sad, lonely town

Ryan held onto the final note, but as soon as he finishes, the audience is caught by surprise because of the fireworks that fly from above the stage. Giving meaning to the shining reference in the song. Ryan dives into an emotionally charged guitar solo, not even singing the final chorus or for that matter getting so invested in the solo that he forgot about it. "You sing it," he tell the audience who don't need to be told twice as they sing in union the final chorus, as Ryan finishes off the night with a soft guitar whisper, before the song comes to a complete halt.



A light shines on Ryan as he is just seen looking out at the sea of people in front of him.

"Everybody’s life has lines in it, chapter marks. Everybody’s life has chapter marks. Some of them are really good, some of them remind you of a time when everything went really well, some of them remind you of a time where things didn’t go well, or maybe didn’t go well at first and then changed you and things went even better than they were before. There was a line in my life when I was nineteen years old where I said to my guitar, almost literally ‘you know better than me and therefore, I’m gonna follow you wherever you take me, and I’m gonna trust this guitar.’ I’m gonna trust this guitar. And if that takes me to sleeping on a pool table, or if that takes me into a bout of loneliness I never saw coming, I’m gonna still do that because I think I have a calling.

And I know that I traded certain things as a human being, I know that I did. There are certain parts of my brain that will never be the same. Certain parts of my brain that are now converted to being able to do things on this level that are at the expense of being able to do things on a somewhat of a more docile, human level. But I know that that is the very making of a calling. Callings are not perfect. When you have a calling you have to give a lot up to follow the calling, that’s why it’s called a calling, ‘cause the sound comes from far away! And you have to follow the sound of your calling, and it’s one of the hardest things in the world to do. It’s the reason the world is full of really talented people who didn’t go trying, and that’s OK. But to the people who hear the ringing of the bell of the calling, that sound that they have to follow, you will have to give up certain parts of your life, and yes, I have given up certain parts of my life to follow this sound. And I have found a beautiful thing in it.

And on a night like tonight I need to thank you for making this journey feel so unbelievable, and so unbelievably worth the trip, and the getting lost, and the found, and the lost, and the found on the way to figuring out what my true calling is. I will never ever, ever, ever, ever trade this back again for the rest of my life, I love this all, thanks to you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He puts his hands together as he thanks the audience. "I love you London. I love you all. Thank you for sticking all this long. Thank you for believing in me. Get home safe, goodnight everybody."

The only true banter of the night lead to the closer of the night, which has been much remarked upon for its unabashed and unironic embrace of 80s adult contemporary pop sounds found on The Greatest Love Stories Have No Clocks. Also known to gossip sites as the Nadia Berry Song. If you've spent any time in the vicinity of a radio tuned to light rock, you hear the keyboard tone that opens the song and you think Lionel Richie. As the studio version has, this live played version of the track is a plodding tangle of electric keyboards and guitar solos.

Vagrant warmth to the stars
And the ether goes
With a berth on a beam, the sailboat rolls and Christ, the seasickness prevails

Now I know that you would offer
Let's consume it, though your skin is soft and porcelain
I said those three words once, cherry-picked and keep them a strongbox
Rope it down the pilaster, into the ocean depth and send this homeward bound
Pry this storm with our love
Standing lost and 'lone spies appear

You are the steepness of my stone
I am the stone to your steep
We've made such recovery
From it all, the lies in the press, the deepening needs, make a call as the keeper's keep

Hernandez sings this song in particular, in what likely is the highest falsetto register we've ever heard from the acclaimed singer-songwriter. He sings each line and note with a passion echoing in his throat. If this is the kind of vocal performances we get when his girlfriend his close-by, then she surely needs to attend more shows of his.

The newspaper sub-headline reads,
"The man was dreamin' of revelry"
Everything you said to me, the words are hung in tiny frames inside of me

We have the same addictions
We may be orphaned from each other, together
They did not mention picked and upped would serve us well
Your love is large and known to me
May I stand up on it?

Our love has not been blessed by no chapel
My dear, I will not live in the darkest of rooms no more
I don't make promises, now I'm just trying to call it

All the while he sings, he is adding a twirl of guitar solos, some which aren't found in the album version of this song. With it all, the song nearly doubles in length, becoming live an unabashed ten minutes of pure music. It's almost as if the almost fully-formed, as if dispatched by some divine tunesmith, for Ryan Ross Hernandez's deft mastery of melody and emotion, and that chiming melancholic euphoria. It's an old-fashioned hair on the neck moment with Ryan giving a vocal performance of a lifetime. He has an ample opportunity to display his vocal prowess, and he does just that, sounding so sorrowful and melancholy. The song then builds with both an acoustic guitar and piano sound. The sound then shifts with a plaintive three-note guitar line, ringing through a bringing rhythm upbeat tempo. A clattering burst of intent and proto-prog four-part harmony. While not changing the melody, Ryan begins to sing a song from one of his favorite bands, which he has no problem admitting, evident to prior tweets he has made about it. He proceeds to doing a partial cover of Coldplay's Fix You.

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Instead of the music letting up after the bridge, as it does on the original, it continues at its highest peak before returning to the song they were played before.

Love may not leave the rooms of our hearts
This is a melody fit for a queen
You are the sweetest berry I have ever found on any vine

Let our love be a meteor shower
Can this be a hazy dream
With the lights turned off and after such event more so indefinitely

Our fears have been stolen away from us

...
...
...

This a love song in our own twisted tongues, won't you agree my dear

And with that he gives the crowd a quick round of applause, as they completely shower him in applause and cheers, before the stage goes dark again as Ryan Ross Hernandez and his band head off stage.

SET LIST:
The Art of Getting By
It's Not An Ending (Rather a New Beginning)
The Other Side of Desire
How a Man Grows Older [New Song] (Solo)
(I Know) The World Is Black & White (Solo)
The Story of a Misunderstood Man
The Greatest Love Stories Have No Clocks > Fix You (Coldplay cover) > The Greatest Love Stories Have No Clocks