I hate Counting Crows. I have never liked Counting Crows. They came to being at a time in my life where if it didn't involve heavy guitars I hated it. Even today, when I love all kinds of rootsy bands - a little bit of just about everything, really - I cannot bear this band.
Why? Let's review:
- They are vastly overrated.
- In my high school, when they first came out, every kid who loved them was an ass. And they went on and on about how great Counting Crows is. And how I just don't understand. And how the bands I like aren't nearly the musicians that the members of Counting Crows are. And, how that even though I saw Pink Floyd, Beck, an entire flipping Lollapalooza, R.E.M. and many more before graduation, I had not yet seen a "good" concert because my resume lacked a Counting Crows show. Get the picture? It's sad, but I want Counting Crows to get caught in some 15-years-later lip syncing scandal just to get back at the ass-heads in my high school who freaking cuddled with effigies of Adam Duritz.
- Rolling Stone once proclaimed, after their first single, that Counting Crows would be the music we'd all be listening to for years on the radio. Which not only made me mad, but has become true, especially since Counting Crows are a favorite of those "great to listen to in the office" radio stations.
- There were ABSOLUTELY better bands than Counting Crows at the time Counting Crows came out. Toad the Wet Sprocket for instance. The Gin Blossoms. And here's the thing: neither of those bands were ones I particularly liked at the time. I now, in hindsight, listen to Toad and ask "they were putting this stuff out and people chose to pay attention to Counting Crows?"
So, if you like Counting Crows, good for you. Whatever you need. Me? I wish "Einstein on the Beach" had been a one-hit wonder and then the band had gone the way of Soft Cell.
As a side note to this diatribe, there ARE bands I now love that I used to hate because of some annoying S.O.B. described in bullet 2. Guster and Dave Matthews Band lead the list. The funny thing, we're talking about bands the hippie, pot-smoking kids liked. Aren't they supposed to be mellow? Yet they led the way in all categories of acting like asses.