Counting Crows' August and Everything After turned thirty this month, which feels wrong because I remember going to the Auburn Mall to pick up the CD like it was last week, even though things like "CDs" and "the Auburn Mall" have not been a part of anyone's life for what feels like much longer than 30 years. August hitting the big 3-0 also feels absolutely right, because it always sounded like an album that was approaching middle age: still energetic, still eager, still hopeful, but getting comfortable in its more introspective and wistful moments. It was the sound of premature disillusionment. The young people of America bought seven million copies of a record that made absolutely none of them feel young. |
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