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The Counting Crows are ‘back’, apparently.
Yesterday, while the rest of London was immersed in the sporting event of the year—the final, epic match of Wimbledon 2008—I had the privilege of attending the city’s (equally as epic!) music event of the year—the 02 Wireless Festival in Hyde Park.
From Queensland-bred rock band Powderfinger, to Guyana-born reggae star Eddy Grant…to hip hop icon Jay-Z…London was, literally, booming with the festival’s diverse lineup of performers…especially with this year’s headliner: the Counting Crows.
After the band’s 5 year hiatus from album production, UK fans were ready to rock out—to both old favourites and new hits: in other words, we were ready for a CC comeback!
As lead singer Adam Duritz expressed towards the end of the show: “we’ve been gone for a while, but now, we’re back…and we thank you for being here for us.”
And a welcoming, patient crowd we were…
All I have to say to is: Adam, it’s time to lay off the booze, really. You were more lucid when I encountered you belting Madonna covers in a Bourbon Street bar during Jazz Fest ’03 (a memorable moment, to say the least…)
We love your music, we love your voice, and we even love your wild antics…your flailing appendages…your crazy dreads…but last night was too much—you were falling all over the place! (that must have hurt?). I nearly left after the third song…
However, I (reluctantly) stayed, and I am glad that I did: the band did, miraculously, pull their act together in the second half—Duritz managed to somewhat sober up; he even threw in a few British tunes for audience kicks…but still, I am skeptical regarding this performance’s degree of ‘comeback’ worthiness…
Either way, for die hard fans that missed the London show, the Crows will spend another week taking the UK and Ireland by (a drunken?) storm…at the following venues:
Liverpool Arena, Liverpool, UK (July 7th)
Ambassador Theater, Dublin, Ireland (July 10th)
Oxegen Festival Punchestown, Kildare, Ireland (July 12th)
T in the Park, Scotland (July 13th)
But, whatever you do, beware of the front row: you may well end up cradling a flailing, drunken fireball of a lead singer…
