The Counting Crows album - August and Everything After - taps directly into my emotions, my baser emotions, my emotions laid bare, in a way that no other music does.
Especially Round Here. And Mr. Jones. And Perfect Blue Buildings. And Sullivan Street.
The mood of that album blows the top of my fucking head off, rips my emotional ocean to shreds, tears my soul open and exposes my essence to acid.
It destroys me every single time.
And I keep coming back for more.
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