Michael, you’re reading this, right? I hope so, because you were on my mind a lot tonight!

Adam Duritz I was hesitant to mention again that I was going to see Counting Crows tonight, mostly because I had the horrible thought that the person who was supposed to put us on the guest list would forget. Shame on me for not having faith.  And the seats? Ninth row, center! Much more than I expected.

I’ve seen Counting Crows four times now, and I could be wrong, but I’m not sure I’d ever heard them play “Anna Begins” until tonight.  As soon as I heard that familiar drum beat, I started to cry and I mean… I. started. to. cry. I love that song. And the mandolin solo… *shiver*

They’re releasing a deluxe version of August and Everything After on September 18th. I will be all over that and their new album, Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings, which comes out on November 6. They played quite a bit from it tonight and I liked what I heard.

Adam Duritz (seen above in the incredibly bad cellphone photo I took tonight) was quite chatty this evening, which I enjoyed. Unfortunately, not everyone did, apparently. In the middle of a story about their song, “Miami,” the guy behind me yelled, “Just sing the fuckin’ song!” A little while later, he proceeded to critique Adam’s singing during an intro to what turned into “A Long December.” And that’s when Annoying Cell Phone Girl surfaced. Also right behind me, she was carrying on a conversation that went like this:

“I’m at the Counting Crows concert!”

(holds cell phone up in air)

“Are you listening?”

(louder)

“I’m at the Counting Crows concert!!”

(pause)

“They’re playing “My December.”

That does it. Anyone who wants, buys or is given tickets within the first 20 rows of a concert must now prove they are fans of the band and own all or most of said band’s CDs. I don’t care if you don’t know the lyrics. Knowing the titles, however, is mandatory.

Stupid freaking people. I hate them as much as I hate those morons who think it’s necessary to scream things like “I love you!!!” during a quiet song. Because screaming that ALWAYS leads to marriage between the screamer and the screamee on stage. Always.

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