Counting Crows -> Jeremy Turner

June 25, 2006 at 3:14 pm 7 comments

Last Thursday night, I met Sean and some friends out at PK's for pizza.  As we ate, I heard Counting Crow's "Mr. Jones" come on the jukebox behind the sounds of chatty crowds and the clank of billiard balls.  I focused on the music, the other distractions fading away, and as I always do when I encounter Counting Crows, I thought about Jeremy Turner.

  • HFSTival 
    I remembered HFStival 1994 when Jeremy and I were watching the band perform.  The crowd was very enthusiatic and swaying back and forth to the songs."Wait a second," I said, "My feet aren't touching the ground!"

    "Mine either!" Jeremy laughed.

    It was a disconcerting feeling for me– to be moving about with no control.  "I don't like this," I said, "Let's get out of here."

    "Okay!" Jeremy said.

    A few minutes passed and we were still in the same predictament.  It turns out it is quite difficult to leave when you're feet aren't touching the ground!  πŸ™‚

  • A cappella Round Here
    But mostly, I thought of the times were Jeremy would sing just for the sake of singing.  One evening in particular, I remember a group of us walking down a road in the late, late evening.  Out of nowhere, Jeremy sung Round Here from start to finish, accompanied only by the sounds of summer insects and the darkness of the night.  It is that rendition that remains my favorite (even over the original) and that rendition I will always recall.

Back at PKs, someone started to talk to me and my attention returned to the present.

"You're thinking of Jeremy," Sean said, matter of factly. 

I had to smile.  Sean has never met Jeremy Turner and in fact, I haven't seen or heard from Jeremy in nearly a decade.  But Sean knew.  From all my stories, my own oral traditions, Sean knew exactly what I was thinking.

Entry filed under: Counting Crows, Jeremy Turner, Oral Tradition, Sean.

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7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Clint  |  June 26, 2006 at 12:32 pm

    I heard from him in the last decade.

    But he promptly disappeared again.

    Reply
  • 2. Christina  |  June 30, 2006 at 7:12 am

    I can’t believe I’m such a loser that I didn’t realize till today that you had a blog. Anyways, cool…

    Reply
  • 3. Jeremy Turner  |  July 8, 2008 at 12:21 am

    Oh my god!! Dont know how I found this…

    Step out the front door like a ghost
    into the fog where no one notices
    the contrast of white on white.
    And in between the moon and you
    the angels get a better view
    of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
    I walk in the air between the rain
    through myself and back again
    Where? I don’t know
    Maria says she’s dying
    through the door I hear her crying
    Why? I don’t know
    [Chorus]
    Round here we always stand up straight
    Round here something radiates
    Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
    she said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
    she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
    just like she’s walking on a wire in the circus
    she parks her car outside of my house
    takes her clothes off
    says she’s close to understanding Jesus
    she knows she’s just a little misunderstood
    she has trouble acting normal when she’s nervous
    [Chorus:]
    Round here we’re carving out our names
    Round here we all look the same
    Round here we talk just like lions
    But we sacrifice like lambs
    Round here she’s slipping through my hands
    Sleeping children better run like the wind
    out of the lightning dream
    Mama’s little baby better get herself in
    out of the lightning
    She says It’s only in my head
    She says Shhh I know it’s only in my head
    But the girl in car in the parking lot
    says “Man you should try to take a shot
    can’t you see my walls are crumbling?”
    Then she looks up at the building
    and says she’s thinking of jumping
    She says she’s tired of life
    she must be tired of something
    Round here she’s always on my mind
    Round here hey man got lots of time
    Round here we’re never sent to bed early
    And nobody makes us wait
    Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late

    Reply
  • 4. Jeremy Turner  |  July 9, 2008 at 7:51 am

    I’m assaulting the Internet tonight, finding what I thought was forgotten. I can’t believe you remember that song I sung, that night walking down the road toward (where? vicky’s house?)
    hehee, in fact, I don’t really even like Counting Crows that much anymore πŸ˜€ .. that album had about half good songs! but that motherfuckin night…
    or jeez, was it some other night? i remember harmonizing with “grendel” (haha, sorry grendel, i don’t remember your real name! was it mark?) I remember so many things about my life with you guys… gee whiz, how we change and grow apart. you guys wouldn’t know me if you saw me today, i’m so fucked up. πŸ˜€ haha. drug addiction, it seems to be the nemesis of all the intelligent people i’ve known! not that i’m all *that* intelligent.. y’know, just pretty smart.
    and fuckin drunk! πŸ˜€ lemme get a shout-out from my drunk mothafuckas!
    so… uh… what can i say? I guess I’ll quote barry white and say “My unlimited love to yall”

    Reply
  • 5. TGAW  |  July 9, 2008 at 8:47 am

    @Jeremy, the REAL Jeremy-

    It is great to hear from you! We miss you and think of you regularly!

    Were we walking near my house? I envision either a flat street in Manassas or what about a deserted road near the Lorton Prison????

    Reply
  • 6. Carolyn  |  July 9, 2008 at 9:28 am

    I don’t remember Grendel’s real name either. Hahah

    Reply
  • 7. tgaw  |  July 9, 2008 at 9:31 am

    I think I made out with Grendel at a party and I don’t remember his real name either.

    I think that makes me worse than all of you combined!!!!!

    Reply

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