Sheryl Crow, Into The Box You Go...
A quick bit on Sheryl Crow, because you asked.
There are some artists that simply help drive home the cause to time-capsule my CD collection. Sheryl Crow, it would seem, is in the camp. Solidly. For a couple of albums that I used to enjoy, if not quite love (and I'm talking about Tuesday Night and Sheryl Crow here; never much cared for Globe Sessions,) revisiting them today was neither fresh nor nostalgic. Instead, the experience fell somewhere between. And between fresh and nostalgic, there is only flat. Bland. Dull. Predictable. Overplayed. Vanilla. Meh.
I'm not sure what Sheryl Crow will sound like 10 years from now. Listening to her today was like keeping the radio on a Top-40 station that was running commercial free. My mind drifted about until each CD was over and I realized that I was onto a new disc. Sadly, I have my suspicions that listening to her years from now won't be much different. In the meantime, I'm anxious to put her in a drawer. I'm certain that I won't miss the CDs.
One last piece of business: it might amuse you to know that Sheryl Crow (the record, not the artist) reminds me an awful lot of the backseat of the white Cavalier. I must have picked up this CD a few weeks before we made the first voyage to LA, because I clearly remember listening to it in your car, and using it to bait Raph. He either hated or loved the first single (If It Makes You Happy) and we played it for him more than a few times. But to amuse or torment him, I can't remember...
There are some artists that simply help drive home the cause to time-capsule my CD collection. Sheryl Crow, it would seem, is in the camp. Solidly. For a couple of albums that I used to enjoy, if not quite love (and I'm talking about Tuesday Night and Sheryl Crow here; never much cared for Globe Sessions,) revisiting them today was neither fresh nor nostalgic. Instead, the experience fell somewhere between. And between fresh and nostalgic, there is only flat. Bland. Dull. Predictable. Overplayed. Vanilla. Meh.
I'm not sure what Sheryl Crow will sound like 10 years from now. Listening to her today was like keeping the radio on a Top-40 station that was running commercial free. My mind drifted about until each CD was over and I realized that I was onto a new disc. Sadly, I have my suspicions that listening to her years from now won't be much different. In the meantime, I'm anxious to put her in a drawer. I'm certain that I won't miss the CDs.
One last piece of business: it might amuse you to know that Sheryl Crow (the record, not the artist) reminds me an awful lot of the backseat of the white Cavalier. I must have picked up this CD a few weeks before we made the first voyage to LA, because I clearly remember listening to it in your car, and using it to bait Raph. He either hated or loved the first single (If It Makes You Happy) and we played it for him more than a few times. But to amuse or torment him, I can't remember...
posted by J. at 11:19 PM
1 Comments:
Raph hated that song. Until the end of the trip - at which point he had turned around on it. That would explain why you have conflicting memories. Sheryl has also gone from producing that oh so wonderful self-titled album to a very, very uninteresting performer. The Globe Sessions I would do without. She hit a peak and hit it well, and I'll always love that second album.
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