Third Eye Blind - Third Eye Blind

So confession time - Third Eye Blind was my first ever live concert. I was like 9, visiting Myrtle Beach with my friend and his family, and it was as the House of Blues. My friend’s older sister got the tickets and played the band’s music all the way down to the beach, while my buddy and I made faces at passing cars.

Now keep in mind, this was the same trip where I bought my dad a Harley Davidson double shot glass at souvenir shop, and when my friend’s dad asked “does your dad drink?” I was like yeah of course, thinking he meant water (my dad has never consumed alcohol). So yes, my judgment/awareness of the world might have been underdeveloped, but I still had a great time rocking out to Third Eye Blind and wondering what those weird clouds of smoke coming from the front rows of the concert were composed of.

It says something about the timelessness of a song when I can just write “doo-doo-doo, doo-do-do-doo” and you know exactly what song I’m talking about. This album does not want me to “put the past away.” Oh look, I did it again and you know exactly what song I’m referring to. Classics, y’all.

From the roundup Greatest Albums of 1997.