Counting Crows Review

COPYRIGHT Miller Freeman Publications 1994


"Don't write with a goal in mind; if you believe in the song you're writing, it'll be good," says David Bryson, guitarist for the San Francisco Bay Area band Counting Crows. "A lot of people don't listen to their heart, and you can tell." Indeed. Calculated copycat bands litter the musical landscape like broken glass outside your local Circle K, but the Crows debut album for Geffen, August And Everything After, stands as invigorating testimony to the seductive power of a good song.
Though innumerable bands in search of an image makeover have paid lip service to the concept of "playing for the song," Bryson and new Crows guitarist Dan Vickrey live it every time they step onstage. Their restraint and self-discipline lends each song focus and subtle power, reinvesting the tattered cliche with its original worth. A case in point is the band's breezy breakthrough single, "Mr. Jones." "The music needs to surround the voice; they have to fight and complement each other," says Bryson, adding that his approach to accompaniment is "totally instinctive." While Bryson's steady right hand chops out the rhythms that the Crows orbit around, Vickrey, the self-tagged "color man," engages in a lively dialogue with singer Adam Duritz' plaintive vocals, serving as a ready foil and an earnest dervish stage presence. "He wanks while I hold the fort down," Bryson grins.

Both guitarists have been chasing their muse since early childhood. "It's been my life since fifth grade," says Bryson. "I can't even imagine wanting to do anything else." And while it's easy to appreciate the sheer satisfaction of being in a successful band, Vickrey points out a less obvious benefit: "It's cheaper than therapy."


Another article from Zack's page, thanks!
Viktor