Over the past 3 summers Counting Crows have lost 1 gig each summer to bizarre circumstances: the giant broken fan blade that beheaded Bristow, the sinkhole that ate San Francisco, and finally the mudflood that fucked Kentucky yesterday.

(sigh) I hate missing gigs.

Nevertheless, I’m home now and we are back with Part Deux of our journey through the musical life and times of Stew and The Negro Problem. Someday there’ll be a Part Three but for now...Welcome Black!