I’m going to see the Counting Crows this Sunday with my best friend Matt, and I am incredibly, incredibly excited.
You see, there’s something about the Counting Crows that means more to me than most bands, their songs have meant so much to me at various points in my life. So allow me now to give you, dear reader, a tour.
Mr. Jones is where everyone starts, and rightfully so. It’s the first song by the Counting Crows that I heard. I remember first hearing it in high school, probably introduced to me by one of my friends, Amanda, Kate or Darla. It’s surprisingly upbeat musically for a song with such melancholy lyrics.
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
A Long December
This song was my obsession during december of my first year of university. You see, I had finally come out to my best friend, who was also gay, and confessed my feelings of love for her. We got together, but december — christmas break specifically — terrified me because I was convinced her feelings for me would change and she’d break up with me. Sadly, I was correct, but december was a very, very long month.
A long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
And after the breakup, this became my obsession, mostly because of this particular lyrics:
It does not bother me to say this isn’t love
Because if you don’t want to talk about it then it isn’t love
and I guess I’m going to have to live that
but, I’m sure there’s something in a shade of gray
or something in between
One of my favourite songs to this day.
See above, re: first girlfriend, who’s first name, technically, was Elizabeth.
I was wasted in the afternoon
Waiting on a train
I woke up in pieces and Elisabeth had disappeared again
Have You Seen Me Lately
From a time when I was falling into a depression and trying to find my way back out, this song said it all for me. Only like the slow, accoustic version though.
You got a piece of me
But it’s just a little piece of me
And I don’t need anyone
And these days I feel like I’m fading away
Oh the troubles of adulthood and What Life Means.
I first heard this in Verona, Italy, sitting under a tree in the sunshine.
Oh can you see me?
I am one in a million
Yeah, I’m Icarus falling
Out of the sun
There are many other counting crows song I like. Tons. But these are the ones that stay with me more than the rest. And I hope I hear them Sunday.