Tag: Jackson McLaren

Goodness, has it really been that long? I apologise, I really do. Life’s been a bit hectic with birthday celebrations (yes plural – I managed to stretch mine out over four days, which is no mean feat) and concerts. I could wax lyrical about the former, but since this is a music blog turning my attention to the latter is probably for the best.

The day before the big birthday bash I made a pilgrimage to the Opera House to see one of my favourite bands of all time, the Counting Crows. I’ve loved them since I hit my teenage years and the lads released August and Everything After. So much has happened since then, but I found myself becoming that enthusiastic thirteen-year-old again as I entered the venue.

I’m kicking myself that my dinner dragged on and I missed the start of Jackson McLaren’s set. Vocally he reminded me a lot of one of my favourite singers Howie Day, but his tight alt-country rock band gave his music a different dynamic. Not enough acts play with a fiddle either; I take my virtual hat off to their violinist who added a real richness to the sound. I definitely want to hear more from Jackson and his crew. I’m a fan.

I could have listened to Jackson all night if I weren’t so psyched to see the Counting Crows. They set the scene with the opening number, one of those first singles “Round Here”. It’s a song that’s morphed into something very different over the years, as many of the Counting Crows songs have. The band likes to play free and easy with the melodies and lyrics, which can be alienating. I know I’ve criticised some acts for this before. But I felt that the changes were sincere and heartfelt. It wasn’t about being bored with the songs or trying to be clever. It’s just how they come out right now.

The Counting Crows aren’t a band that ever delivers a predictable set. There are no certainties, and that makes every favorite song you hear that much more exciting. To hear my two absolute favourites was something I hadn’t dared dreamed of. Yet sure enough, “Mrs Potter’s Lullaby” made an early appearance, and “Anna Begins” came out in the encore. “Colourblind” was also breathtaking, with a single spotlight on singer Adam Duritz ensuring we stayed transfixed. As if that was ever in doubt. “Rain King” had me pumping my fists in exultation.

If I was to make any criticism it’s that I wish Adam talked to us a little more. We had a word here or there, but there were none of the long explanations of songs or tales of travel that I adore. However it’s a bit hard to criticise someone for not sharing enough of themselves when they do it so completely with their music.

They say that you can never really go back and perhaps that’s true, but when you can spend a night with a favourite band it feels like for just a few hours, you can.

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