And in between the shutter clicks of my camera, I started singing every lyric with the crowd and with Adam.Įvery note, tone, and string bend expertly crafted and delivered. At first strum of the guitars and belted note, everything just lifted away no more worries, no concerns, and no sense of nervousness. I was a bit nervous while waiting in the photo pit, unsure of what to expect. I have been chasing the opportunity to catch a Counting Crows concert for years, until now. Driving north along Highway 280, past Pacifica and Skyline at sunset with the windows down, and blasting Recovering the Satellites is my favorite.

Listening to Primus while passing through San Pablo or blaring Snot while in southern California. THERE ARE ONLY a few situations where I feel compelled to listen to specific music based upon my current whereabouts.