I have had it with Counting Crows concerts. For real this time.
Tuesday night we went to see Counting Crows at the Ryman. Counting Crows! At the Ryman! My favorite band at my favorite venue, AND it was the day after my birthday. It was meant to be.
I have seen Counting Crows live at least five times. And at least five times, I have been disappointed. You’d think I would learn. And I will! This time! I mean it!
There were three bands on the bill – Michael Franti and Spearhead, Augustana, and Counting Crows. Emphasis on COUNTING CROWS. You know, the headliner. The band we bought tickets to see. The one that gets the butts in the seats. So we get there, the curtain comes up, and we see… everyone. All three bands in their entirety are onstage. They do Rain King first thing, right off the bat. We are all on our feet. It is awesome.
And then? We are subject to an hour and a half of Michael Franti and Augustana. Adam Duritz is on stage, singing along and taking pictures, but there are no Counting Crows songs to be found. Then we go to intermission.
OK, we’re thinking. That was fun. Kind of confusing, but at least it was a more interesting way to do the first two bands on the show than just us sitting and staring at them. We get drinks, stand and stretch, and get excited about the Counting Crows portion of the evening that is surely going to start any minute.
But start it never did. The curtain comes back up, and guess what? ALL THREE BANDS. Again. Sometimes one of the bands would go off stage in order to let the others have the spotlight. Which would have been great if the band that left the stage wasn’t always Counting Crows. You know, no big deal, we only paid a gazillion dollars to see them play.
All in all it was a four hour show split evenly between the bands. It was a triple-headliner. Michael Franti, while very cool, only has one quasi-hit that you would only know if your town has a triple A radio station that you listen to constantly. Augustana, who was much cooler than you would think, has maybe two songs you’ve heard if you’re not a big fan. They were great choices for OPENING BANDS. I sat for four hours and heard maybe ten Counting Crows songs.
Here’s what I don’t understand. Counting Crows makes great live albums. GREAT. Which means, somewhere, at some time, for some audience, Adam Duritz gets it together and plays an amazing show. Has he only done it a few times, when he knows it’s being recorded? Am I just in the wrong part(s) of the country? Why does he always do this to me?
No more, Adam Duritz. You have burned me for the last time. I shake my fist at you. I bite my thumb at you. I fart in your general direction. Next time I will just sit at home and listen to Across a Wire. GAH.