Somewhere in Middle America

adam has fake dreads

According to this Rolling Stone article, Adam admits to having fake dreadlocks. I’m shocked. I really had no idea they were fake. Did you?

His dreadlocks — which he has always freely admitted are hair extensions — are fascinating up close. They’re so incongruous with the rest of his appearance (“I’m a Russian Jew American, impersonating African,” he sings on the Crows’ new album) that you half expect them to begin moving, like a giant tarantula. Not long ago, Duritz’s publicist urged him to shave his head, but he wouldn’t do it. “Whatever they hide or cover about myself, you know, they feel good,” he says. “And I did not want to be skinhead guy.”

In high school, when my obsession with Counting Crows was at its peak, I really wanted to dreadlock my hair before seeing them in concert. My mom nixed that one. I thought it would create some sort of connection between me and Adam, who probably would have cared and autographed my ticket and t-shirt after the show anyway.

In all of his recent interviews, Adam is also revealing that he has been suffering from a dissociative disorder, and that the meds he began taking for them a couple of years ago caused him to gain 70 lbs. So that’s why he looked the way he did when we saw him in concert, Linds! Apparently he has since switched doctors and medications and has been eating properly and working out, so he’s lost most of the weight.

I’m just not sure I can get over the hair extensions. He must have been in his twenties when he started using them. Who told him it would be a good idea? And what does he look like without them?

(image from rolling stone)

a surprise gift

J surprised me yesterday with a copy of Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings. At 59.9 minutes long, I can listen to the album 8 times during work today.

What I wouldn’t have done to be at the West 4th subway station the day the album photos were taken…

Updated: First listen review — not in love.  Sad.

(images from vh1)

my rainbow umbrella on a dreary day

Originally uploaded by sektordua

It’s a grey and rainy day in Omaha. I spent half of the night sleeping on my living room floor because J had some minor surgery yesterday and at 4 AM decided he needed to relocate to the couch in order to be more comfortable. I wanted to stay near him in case he needed more painkillers or water or anything, so I camped out between the coffee table and the TV. I only had my cell phone alarm to wake me up at 6:30 AM and it was way too easy to hit snooze repeatedly for an hour — giving me just 30 minutes to shower, dress and get to work.

On my short drive I heard Matchbox Twenty’s “3 AM” – the live from the Omaha Qwest Center version (I know this because Rob Thomas opened the song with “how you doin’ Omaha?”) – and it was just the perfect song at the perfect time. Watching them perform this song at the concert was a highlight of that night, and as I drove to work I couldn’t help but smile because of it. I had never heard this live version of “3 AM” on the radio, and it made me remembered how much fun J and I had at the Matchbox Twenty concert and how excited I was when they performed that song. Hearing it again this morning felt like an omen that my day is going to be OK despite the dreary weather and my utter exhaustion.

Has anything like this ever happened to you? Are there songs that have the ability to lift your spirits?

welcome to the ’90s

I didn’t realize how much I liked Matchbox Twenty until the end of their concert last night at the Qwest Center, when my throat was sore from singing and screaming and my legs ached from dancing at my seat. I surprised myself by knowing words to songs I haven’t been played on the radio since 1998. (I actually remember when and where I heard their first single, “Push”: Boston University’s summer program, ITRP, 1997.) Except for a brief acoustic set in the middle of the two-hour show, the band oozed energy and excitement, and I happily soaked it all in. Oh, the nostalgia.

Alanis Morissette opened and gave a pretty decent performance. J is a huge fan (who knew?) and recognized nearly every song. I could only recall 4 or 5, the singles that were popular when I was in high school. I actually found her singing voice to be a little hard to understand, but I think that was because her microphone level was off. She also did some strange dance movements, twirling in place and whipping her long, long hair around in circles, and J and I wondered if maybe she was on drugs, though I don’t really think that was case.

It feels funny to admit that a Matchbox Twenty concert ranks up there with some of the better concerts I’ve seen over the past couple of years, but it’s the truth. Well done, Rob Thomas and crew.

little miss obsessive

Ashlee Simpson has a new single out, a duet with the lead singer of The Plain White T’s, called “Little Miss Obsessive.” It’s actually not that bad.

Listen to it here.

And for those of you who are wondering–I’m 99% over my obsession with Ashlee Simpson, which began when her reality TV show first hit the airwaves.

Just don’t get me started on Jessica.

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