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This FRIDAY September 19th at 9PM at The High Watt in Nashville, TN... 

We're playing the Americana Music Festival in Nashville TN at 9PM Friday September 19th at The High Watt. I'll be joined on stage with a great gang of friends:

Brian Bequette - Electric Guitar
Dave Coleman - Electric Guitar
Bones Hillman - Bass Guitar
Steve Latanation - Drums

Really looking forward to this!

Update!!! Release Date & Artwork for Boxers : 10.14.14!! 


We're proud to announce Boxers will be released on Tuesday, October 14th!! More details very soon.

This record is a bruising and beautiful Rock n Roll record. It was produced by Kevin Salem and has Kevin Salem and Brian Fallon (of The Gaslight Anthem) playing electric guitar with me throughout. My best friend Brian Bequette is playing bass, and the amazing Joe Magistro is playing drums. More details and news very soon!

But for now, please behold the cover art for Boxers as designed by Keith Brogdon at Thinking Out Loud Design:

"We all fill our hearts with hopeful bombs..." A new song from the upcoming album!! 


This One's For You Frankie is a love letter to brotherhood, integrity and perseverance. Made to be played loudly!

From the soon to be released album Boxers. 

Produced and mixed by Kevin Salem 

Performed by Brian Bequette, Brian Fallon, Joe Magistro, Kevin Salem and Matthew Ryan



Or view it directly on Youtube: This One's For You Frankie

The Lyric... 

This One's For You Frankie

He said
I'm sick
I'm so tired
Of this shit
Every night I'm fighting for my life

A Killian's
A fresh smoke
I saw the graveyards in his throat
He said all my dreams burn and fall like paper planes

Don't quit
Don't go 
I've got your back Frankie
I think you know
We all fill our hearts with hopeful bombs

This one's for you Frankie... 
And your big broken heart
Your big broken
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Now!

Thin arms
Tattoos
He said "I lost the plot
What could I do?"
The light just seem to fall just right on his eyes

Then he said
My heart's broke
I knew he meant it then
The way he spoke
The next day he sold me his rig for 60 bucks
He looked so gone and hollow but he still wished me luck

This one's for you Frankie... 
And your big broken heart
Your big broken
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
Now! 

Oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh
Oh oh oh
Oh

New song to premier at 2pm EST today! 


To celebrate the upcoming tour dates (the first "headlining" dates in almost 2 years) we'll be premiering a lyric vid for a NEW SONG from the forthcoming album at 2pm EST today! It's the most heartbreaking and hopeful piece of rock n roll I may have ever written and recorded and will soon be offering to you guys on the new album. The band on this song kills it, kills me. Once again it's Brian Bequette , Brian Fallon, Joe Magistro, Kevin Salem , myself and some giant gang vocals. Yeah, it's ambitiously honest and full of immovable affection for the characters it's written for. One being a great old punk rock friend and one of Nashville's grumpiest and finest live sound engineers Frank Sass . The song isn't just about Frank, it's about several people. As is often the case it's an amalgamation, myself included. But its goal is to communicate the brotherhood/sisterhood in following a dream all the way down and through the hard curves and trials and disappointments and glowing victories that certain ethos color our lives with. It's about Rock N Roll, but it could be about any dream or work that's worth breaking your heart over so you can pass a torch to whoever has its back with the integrity of an idea worth fighting for. Is that vague? I hope the song makes it clear. I believe it will.
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    Me this morning. Actual footage. More coffee... (Picture and copyright by TOHO best I can tell)
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  • Got some rain last night. About to head to Nashville. Looking forward to time with friends, playing music and talking, and probably a drink of coffee or some other beverages. I play with a great gang on stage with me this Friday Night at 9pm at The High Watt in Nashville. It's part of The Americana Music Festival. Looking forward to this...
    Got some rain last night. About to head to Nashville. Looking forward to time with friends, playing music and talking, and probably a drink of coffee or some other beverages. I play with a great gang on stage with me this Friday Night at 9pm at The High Watt in Nashville. It's part of The Americana Music Festival. Looking forward to this...
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  • For this Throwback Thursday: The cover of May Day. Back in early 1997, maybe January, Pam Springsteen (yes, Bruce's very talented sister) and I spent a couple days together taking pictures and getting to know each other. I woke up with this idea and Pam captured it beyond my hopes. There's something so mysterious about collaboration when two people get a strong sense of the same thing. It was early in the morning and that is my (former) house on Idaho Avenue in Nashville. I've always loved the cover of May Day because it immediately insists one question: "Why?" The grass was dead and wet from an early morning rain and I was barely awake. Too blurry to be self-conscious. And I trusted Pam. I'm a firm believer that the camera captures what the photographer sees. So it's my advice to always work with photographers that see beauty, or at the very least a complexity of humor, detail, intrigue and story. I don't share these things to be self-congratulatory in any fashion. I feel that I've been guarded in my pursuit of a life in music. I value art and integrity and privacy above all else. Those impulses certainly haven't helped my cause in an environment of "brave" (and I feel ultimately dangerous) marketing. I worry at times my mode has been read as aloofness, or coldness, or even worse disinterest. I just always wanted to strike a balance between my life and my work. I guess I've been selfish, I still want to experience both equally without one imposing on the other. Few things are worse than a life with a self-imposed and self-obsessed aquarium over one's head. At any rate, I've rambled. I can't wait for you to hear Boxers. It's rooted in the same stuff that made May Day. Punk, folk, the working class and a brutal hope. I believe it's as good as I've done. Possibly my best because I trusted with all my guts the guys who made it with me. I've always had this immovable notion that once it's written and recorded that music isn't for the writer, that it has a job to do. A bigger work to do out there in the ether & vague spirit of the culture it "exists" in. By those standards I feel quite often that I've failed & am failing miserably. But I won't give up on that idea.
    For this Throwback Thursday: The cover of May Day. Back in early 1997, maybe January, Pam Springsteen (yes, Bruce's very talented sister) and I spent a couple days together taking pictures and getting to know each other. I woke up with this idea and Pam captured it beyond my hopes. There's something so mysterious about collaboration when two people get a strong sense of the same thing. It was early in the morning and that is my (former) house on Idaho Avenue in Nashville. I've always loved the cover of May Day because it immediately insists one question: "Why?" The grass was dead and wet from an early morning rain and I was barely awake. Too blurry to be self-conscious. And I trusted Pam. I'm a firm believer that the camera captures what the photographer sees. So it's my advice to always work with photographers that see beauty, or at the very least a complexity of humor, detail, intrigue and story. I don't share these things to be self-congratulatory in any fashion. I feel that I've been guarded in my pursuit of a life in music. I value art and integrity and privacy above all else. Those impulses certainly haven't helped my cause in an environment of "brave" (and I feel ultimately dangerous) marketing. I worry at times my mode has been read as aloofness, or coldness, or even worse disinterest. I just always wanted to strike a balance between my life and my work. I guess I've been selfish, I still want to experience both equally without one imposing on the other. Few things are worse than a life with a self-imposed and self-obsessed aquarium over one's head. At any rate, I've rambled. I can't wait for you to hear Boxers. It's rooted in the same stuff that made May Day. Punk, folk, the working class and a brutal hope. I believe it's as good as I've done. Possibly my best because I trusted with all my guts the guys who made it with me. I've always had this immovable notion that once it's written and recorded that music isn't for the writer, that it has a job to do. A bigger work to do out there in the ether & vague spirit of the culture it "exists" in. By those standards I feel quite often that I've failed & am failing miserably. But I won't give up on that idea.
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