This week I stumbled upon the fact that the Counting Crows have a new album, Somewhere Under Wonderland. It came out this month.
I snapped it up. It's a pretty darn good if you like the Counting Crows, which I always have.
August and Everything After is one of those albums that brings me back to a certain time and place in my life. I heard "Mr. Jones" played a lot at my fraternity house. I might have even danced to it while cavorting with women and buzzed by Schlitz, which is a key to getting me to dance.
The final song is from the their first major release. I remember my friend and brother Roy telling me that "Raining in Baltimore" was his favorite song on that album. When that song played at his funeral, I broke down crying. I miss that ginger-haired, music-trivia-knowin', goofy-ass, argumentative, loquacious bastard.
And I say "bastard" with love.