“But I loved like a fountain and it left me with nothing, just memories of walking through Washington Square.” – A. Duritz
The new Counting Crows album, (Saturday nights and Sunday Mornings,) is so much darker than anyone has given it credit for. It’s a rush of suicidal depression, mixed with the self-realizations of having to wake up with yourself the next morning anyway, and questioning sleeping at all. Adam is the master of speaking about internal …
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