Five for silver, six for gold

“Seven for a secret never to be told…”

I have liked the Counting Crows since 1993 when August and Everything After was released. That was a pretty tough time for me. I had just begun my freshmen year of high school with the knowledge that at the end of Fall semester, I would be moving away from the only home I had ever known, all my friends, and the safety of stability. In December, my dad had been living in Orlando for two months and my mother, sister and I joined him in a one bedroom apartment until the specifics of the house my parents bought all went through. I was friendless, thrown into an entirely different culture. We moved into a house in a very affluent neighbourhood where the kids all dressed like surfers and I saw so many of my peers skateboarding and smoking cigarettes. Coming from South Florida, where this sort of behaviour somehow should have been the norm, it wasn’t and I was shocked… and scared.

When this album came out, even my naieve 15 year old self identified with Adam Duritz’s hauntingly lonely lyrics, the underlying tones of self-hate and the emptiness we all feel. I listened to that entire album (both sides – cassette tape!) over and over. This kind of music was slowly replacing my love for Guns and Roses – my anger replaced by despair.

I believe it was early in January when the Crows came to perform at a now defunct little place called the Edge in downtown Orlando. I hadn’t made any friends yet nor started the Spring semester so somehow it worked out that my father would accompany me. I don’t suppose it’s dorky to attend a concert with your dad if you don’t know anyone in the entire city. The show was amazing; I don’t think they opened with “Mr. Jones” but I remember the crazed shouts when it finally began, the guitar opener that all fans knew so well. That was my first real concert. It was amazing. I wore the shirt to school soon after.

I think the Counting Crows are still a strong band, even though not quite as “popular” as they once were. Their newest album and first single, You Can’t Count On me” are growing on me. I don’t think I’d go to another one of their concerts but they still know how to make decent music. And that’s saying something because there’s not a lot of good new stuff. (Amy Winehouse, I’m looking at you!)

Tell me, what band have you always liked, no matter how many years pass and how old they get?

Why Tuesday sucks

Seriously, I feel like today is the worst day (followed closely by Sunday of course.) Here’s the run-down:

Monday is a decent day because we just had a weekend and therefore, Monday can’t be so bad. It usually goes quickly. Wednesday is the middle of the week and I am always surprised that it’s “already Wednesday.” Thursday is almost Friday so it’s ok. Friday is, well, Friday. I get kind of antsy in the afternoon because it’s SO close to being quittin’ time but otherwise, this day is great. I don’t think Saturday needs any description. It is awesomeness in itself. Sundays make me blue because the weekend is coming to a close and it felt like the smallest fleeting moment. But Sunday is still a day at home and with the family so it’s better than Tuesday. Today, being The Worst Day of The Week, I feel restless already, and sleepy. Oh-so sleepy. I got enough sleep but it was interrupted by various things.

What’s your least favorite day of the week and why?