I Wrote This Song About Your Beautiful Town

On Monday night I went with the always-delightful Leslie to see the Counting Crows with Augustana and Michael Franti & Spearhead. You guys. You GUYS. It was so good. I’d seen the Crows way back when, and frankly they were sort of disappointing–you know how Adam Duritz does that thing where he makes up entirely new melodies to all his songs, so you can’t sing along and the whole thing is kind of weird and alienating? Anyway, he did that and it was like three days before I first moved here for college and I think I basically cried the whole time, because that was what I did that entire summer. 

ANYWAY (today is the day on which I overshare). Monday’s show was…not that. By which I mean, it was totally amazing. Instead of a traditional lineup (Band One, get up and pee and walk around, Band Two, get up and pee and walk around, Band Three), all three acts played together, trading off and singing each other’s songs and generally being fantastic and having a good time. There were a million people on stage (plus Emmy Rossum was randomly there? I couldn’t tell you why, but girl has a nice voice). We jumped. We danced. We sang “Mr. Jones” at the top of our lungs. Out of tune, obviously. The whole thing made me so happy. Live music always does. 

Also: you know how there is no girl version of Seth Rogen? I don’t think there’s a girl version of Adam Duritz, either. Please discuss.