Oh, you like Counting Crows?

I ran across this article on HardTimes.net, and i had to share. It’s satire, but as the singer for a Counting Crows tribute band it hit home, and in my option, Is absolutely hilarious!

I’ve actually met a few people like this after some of our shows… and I’m always polite and humble, I will gladly admit defeat if someone wants to make fandom a competition. Usually, I’m just glad to do what I do and talk CC with other fans like myself.

But put yourself in my place, just a dreadlocked singer that loves the songs and has a great time sharing that love with others. I don’t take myself too seriously, and i don’t claim to be anything other than a mutual fan. Then, read Jeff Benders funny article posted below, and imagine trying to casually chat with this guy after a show. 

Read the original, full article here:
 https://thehardtimes.net/blog/oh-you-like-counting-crows-when-was-the-last-time-you-danced-the-silence-down-through-the-morning

 BY JEFF BENDER | FEBRUARY 18, 2025

Hey, man, I overheard you say you like "The" Counting Crows—not their name, but whatever. I happen to be a fan of that band myself. I see we're even wearing the same "This Desert Life" beanie. Are you wearing it ironically, too? No, you're probably dead-ass in love with that album. Go ahead, sing the second verse of "Mrs. Potter's." I don't care if there are nine people at this party. And hey, just curious, when was the last time you danced the silence down through the morning?

"Nineteen ninety-FOUR"?! Are you serious? For me, it was yesterday, when I celebrated the 32½ birthday of "August and Everything After." Yeah, I got up, threw on my baja, and ran through a field of grain and heather. Then, on my way back, between the rain, I sort of danced the silence down through the—well, I say "morning," but really it was three o'clock.

I spent the rest of the day slugging from a bottle named "Maria" and staying at home with my disease. At some point I grabbed a gray guitar, stared into the future, and wished I was beautiful. But that's just me—a real fan.

What do you say we turn our ticket in and slouch at a bar to stare at the beautiful women? "No"? You wouldn't. Oh, you have "kids"? Man, that is so un-Duritz. They're called "children," by the way. Why would you have children? Duritz doesn't have children.

Are you even white? Do you even have dreads? What's the best music video featuring Courtney Cox? You better not say "Dancing in the Dark."

I don't mean to come on strong, man, I guess I'm just in one of my moods. It's the pain, yeah? I stepped out the bathroom like a ghost and looked across a crowded room and saw you and thought maybe I was close to understanding Jesus. Well, I guess I'M the one who's misunderstood. You're just another poser-ass "fan" who doesn't even wanna help me believe in anything. Sha-la-la-la-la, I guess. Uh-huh. Yeah.

But hey man, while we're here, you know, let's see you do it. Go on. "Dance the silence down through the morning." I'll count you in.

Shit, that's actually not bad.