By Steve Weinstein
By Bryan Bierman
By Lindsey Rhoades
By Chaz Kangas
By Ben Westhoff and Sarah Purkrabek
By Jena Ardell
By Jesse Sendejas Jr.
By Katherine Turman
Lucky I abandoned Counting Crows after that and missed the sad trauma of Recovering the Satellites. (I bought it, shelved it, and looked forward to breaking the plastic wrapper as a major component of my future growth.) I found out a year or so later that I missed two great songs, "Mercury," and "A Long December." In "Mercury," Adam says his crazy girlfriend drives him nuts, and the drumbeats say how she sucks him into a funhouse that feels like an underwater vacuum. Recovering the Satellites followed up an über-disc that came off as a greatest hits collection even though it wasn't; it was produced in the aftermath of a success that must have been hallucinogenic. Kurt Cobain died, and Adam Duritz had a nervous breakdown right around then. (It's rough being a famous touchstone.) No wonder I'm walking into walls in the lyrics where windows should bethese songs want to be left alone.
It's all the fault of people like me. Duritz's legendary last AOL posting in his "Subject: me" file (March 1999) is as follows: "what the fuck are you people talking about? how the hell do you have any idea at all how i approach women or what i want out of my relationships with them?" In the sneeze diaries of the Web, Adam Duritz's personal life is far less important to us than sharing our opinions about it.
I'm not sure what's sicker, the way I got so obsessed with the debut album, or the way I listen to the love songs. I've always assumed that women have an easier time listening to Counting Crows love songs because, instead of listening in the third person, or identifying with the singer, I usually take the position of the woman who the song is written about. I'm worth it.
His Elizabeth songs probably have the biggest cult following. Elizabeth is supposed to be someone he knew, and they had to break up because of career conflicts. It's a common relationship killer, not about money or ego, but about conflicting values, conflicting notions of acceptable lifestyle. ("Good Night Elizabeth" on Recovering the Satellites was written for her.) When this type of thing happens in my life, I read a self-help book about it. When it happens in a love song, I worship it.
This Desert Life, the new album, opens with "hanginaround," broadcasting weird noises from outer space, then drumbeats, then shouts. A guitar line wraps around, then a piano. Adam jumps in and drives away, singing drunk about getting sober. This will be the first track to go over big at the ice rink. There will be others, but it's hard to predict which. What's sure is they'll be songs the kids don't under stand now, but figure out years later, smile to themselves and think, "I skated to this?" just like I smile when I think of myself slow dancing to, well, "Me and Mrs. Jones" as a kid.