I'll start by saying that the Counting Crows' actual performance was great, if not way too short. They did a good sampling of songs and Adam even told a story in the middle of one of the songs, while the band continued to play - which wasn't nearly as cheesey as it sounds. The rest of the concert experience, however, left something to be desired.

The warm-up band was called Augustana. They were actually really good. The opening band was the Goo Goo Dolls. They sucked. They didn't perform badly. On the contrary, they sounded just like they do on the radio. Unfortunately, that equals sucking when you're talking about the Goo Goo Dolls. I couldn't believe how many high school kids were into the Goo Goo Dolls? Shouldn't they be into more recent sucky music?

The next time a band I really cares about comes to Riverbend, I will get pavillion seats, regardless of the price - or I just wont' go. Sitting on the lawn did absolutely nothing but deepen my hate for humanity.

We spent the entire show surrounded by high school students. High school students with fake ID's and bags of pot. All in all they didn't get too ranbunctions, but they did insist on singing along, really loudly to every Counting Crows' song. Really? You paid $25 bucks to listen to yourself sing? Really?

There was this group of three girls close to us that couldn't have been more than 15 years old. Somebody bought them beer. Lots of beer. They spent most of the concert text-messaging boys and spilling their drinks on people, but somewhere towards the end of the concert, they decided to have this conversation over and over again, in that loud, high-pitched tone that only drunk girls can hit:

"He's a really good singer!"
"I just want to hear one song I know!"
"PLAY MR. JONES!!!!"

Sara finally turned around and gave them a look that would have peeled paint off a house. They decided to move.

Usually getting out of Riverbend after a concert is a battle of epic proportions. It was pretty easy this time actually. At one point this girl tried to jet out in front of us and a cop yelled at her and made her back up and let me through. I had to take back every bad thing I've ever said about cops. Thanks pig!

Sam, Sara, and I were all pretty happy about making it out of the show without hearing that damh Shreck song, but then some dumb girl decided to play it on the Waffle House juke box when we stopped to eat on the way home.

Here's the set list as best I remember it. I know the order's not right, though.

Anna Begins
Mrs. Potter's Lullabye
Omaha
Rain King
Time And Time Again
Around Here
Big Yellow Taxi
Four White Stallions
Black & Blue
A Long December
Hanging Around

Eleven songs. I could have done with four or five more. Ah well...

Update: Also, Adam Duritz is huuuuge. And his hair makes him look like Sideshow Bob.


I bet you wanted to smash my face in when you heard Big Yellow Taxi.  


I smashed your face in effigy. I found some Filipino guy and drew your face on his butt. Then I smashed it. Everybody loved it.  


So you're telling me you touched a Filipino guys ass at the concert. At first I thought that was strange, but they paid paradise to put up a parking lot. I guess anything is possible.  


I'd like to hear the screen door slam on your face.  


So, Adam Duritz is huge? I didn't know you went "backstage".  


The dude from Goo Goo Dolls was bigger.

John Goo Goo, I think.  


It's pave...I think. Damn you Amy Grant!  


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