The Black Crowes came to me at an interesting crossroads of my life. I was just finishing graduate school, while working full time. My son, Joey, was a handful of years old, and I saw the Crowes, touring behind their first album, along with Jellyfish, also hot locally at the Warfield in San Francisco in March of 1992.
A month later I would have a Masters Degree in English, have completed a novel, and my marriage was over.
It was all very strange, and it was a tough time, but it all led to where I am today, and for that I could not be happier.
Anyway, while building up my playlist the other day, I was thinking of songs–just cuts, not necessarily albums–that were fun and this song by the Crowes popped up.
It is indeed a pop rocker, but quite tuneful, and really well executed. And hey, talk about upbeat.