![]() ![]() I’ve learned about owning something that feels mine, and not apologizing for it. I’ve learned that you can love without a “point” and without “hipness”. But there’s something to the pure joy of fandom– the reveling in something someone else has made– that I think I needed in my life. I’m not a natural fan– I love a lot of things, but most of them with a bit of detachment. I think I’ve learned the value of loving something hard. But mostly I love their lyrics and the way they understand the intersection of love and pain. I love Adam’s voice and I love how he performs– emotionally, dramatically, creatively. I am a devoted fan– I didn’t mind when they went a little more mainstream in the late 90s and early 2000s. ![]() But August and Everything After is the definition of a great album– every song hits something different and important in me, and when I listen I feel understood. ![]() I’m not sure how it’s possible that songs that appealed to me at 12 are still my favorite songs at 32, and every age in between. ![]() But at twelve I was ready to dive in to music that went darker, and Counting Crows fit the bill. Up until that point my musical taste had been limited to Oldies 103.3, an excellent Boston radio station that played Beach Boys and Beatles and The Temptations and everything great that came out of the 60s. I discovered them 20 years ago, when I was twelve and getting my first CD player. ![]()
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