I thought I was, and then I found this photo.
I have no idea what Whoopi Goldberg is wearing or why.
But I will tell you this, very clearly, so that there’s no confusion: I would very much like to have sex with Adam Duritz. Call me, Adam.
Here’s Adam and Counting Crows performing “Cowboys,” from their new album, on A&E’s Private Sessions. I am obsessed with this whole album, but especially this song. I play it over and over again.
I know you don’t all approve of my Adam obsession, but it’s real and it’s happening and all the therapy in the world can’t help me from being uncontrollably attracted to his angsty, dissociative, brooding, over-emotional, brilliant ass. I know he’s not traditionally hot. But he’ll be remembered as one of the most talented musicians of our generation, and I have no idea what the biological basis is for why women are attracted to emotionally crippled men, but ohmygod he gets me so wet.
I am obsessed with you, Adam. Call me. Seriously. In the words of the ever-wise Kathryn Merteuil: You can put it anywhere.
A&E’s interview with Adam is after the jump. I haven’t watched any of it. It’ll just make me go crazy. I can’t handle how much I love him.
Here’s Adam and the Counting Crows performing at The Grove in LA yesterday.
Oh, Adam, I love you so.
In a recent interview with People magazine, the Counting Crows singer opened up about his recent battle with mental illness.
“I’ve been dealing with mental illness,” he says. “But I didn’t want to say anything for a long time. I went crazy. It was scary.”
Dude. I hear you. Crazy is scary. Just ask Britney Spears.
“Being crazy is bad,” he continues. “It’s scary when the world isn’t real to you. You come untethered. Everything seems imaginary. You look around the room and nothing seems real. You don’t feel pain. I stopped letting myself feel … The album [Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings] is about a downward spiral, losing my mind and about trying to get it back. Not about getting it back but trying to get it back.”
“The Saturday Nights record is about madness and spiraling out of control and disillusionment,” explains Duritz. “The Sunday Mornings record is mostly about failing at the things you’re trying to do when you are getting better. It’s not redemption, necessarily. It’s more like the hangover.”
Jesus, Adam, I get it. I get it so, so, so much, and I love you.
And now, the bad news:
“My friends are trying to find a wife for me,” he says. “I’m dating a girl right now and a bunch of people are coming up to me and saying, ‘We love her. We love her.’ ” As for his take on her: “She’s wonderful. I’m lucky to know her.”
Whoever this chick is, Adam, she’s bad news. I’m good news. Our crazy can intermingle and breed. It’ll be awesome. Call me.
Check out the Counting Crows performing their new single, “You Can’t Count on Me,” on Letterman.
You can check out the official music video for this single here.
Jesus, Adam, you’re forty-fucking-three years old. Isn’t it about time you got over all this angst and irresponsibility and just settled down once and for all as my husband?
I think yes.
Well, my mother wouldn’t want to read this. But if you asked my girlfriends, they would tell you: “That boy loves to eat pussy.” And I am damn good at it.
Counting Crows frontman Adam Duritz, when Blender magazine posed the question “What would your exes say about you?”
The whole interview’s worth a read. It’s here.
The Counting Crows’ new album, Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings, will be released March 25, which is why Adam’s taking time out of his busy schedule of smoking pot and eating pussy to give interviews to Blender mag.
I know I said I’d moved on after this picture surfaced, but, dammit, when I read about him running around town with Ivanka Freakin’ Trump, that little green monster just comes right out. Look, I may not want him anymore, but you certainly can’t have him, Ivanka.
FORGETFULNESS got Ivanka Trump off the hook Friday night, when the exhausted heiress was coaxed by friends to hit East Village staple Black & White - but wasn’t let in because she didn’t have her ID. “She had Adam Duritz in tow, they were all at a birthday party together,” said our spy. When the Counting Crows frontman couldn’t convince the bouncer to let her in, Trump gratefully went home. She told Page Six she was glad for the excuse: “It was fine. I had no particular interest in going anyway.”
That’s right, ‘Vanki. Go on home.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
At some video game party in NYC Friday night with Jeffrey Ross.
This dude fucked Jen Aniston and Courteney Cox. Figure that one out, kids.
