I COULD ignore Counting Crows up until a certain point, you know. I’d hear people extolling the virtues of ‘Mr. Jones’ and I’d nod and smile, even if I was silently judging them and reminding myself never, ever to take a musical recommendation from them.
I even managed to let Adam Duritz’s white-man-dreadlocks (one of my absolute pet hates) pass me by with relative indifference.
But it was their cover of Joni Mitchell’s ‘Big Yellow Taxi‘ that was the tipping point. Talk about killing the sentiment of a song, hacking it into tiny pieces and then pissing on the remains while laughing manically.
Listen: ‘August & Everything After’ is NOT a great album. It’s corny, sentimental codswallop. Why did a legend like T-Bone Burnett bother to get involved with these goons? This guy produced Gillian Welch’s ‘Hell Among the Yearlings‘! They should stick to writing tacky songs for soundtracks to rom-coms that star Meg Ryan.
And by the way, Counting Crows is a shit name for a band.