third eye blind -- classic or dud

They are, but they're kinda subsersive in the context of the song (which is essentially an ode to being strung out on crystal meth).

-- Tantrum The Cat, September 25th, 2004.

especially when the song fashions itself as either a judgement or a self-aggrandizing "it-could-have-been-me" ode, which makes it UberDud. it's like an Ur text for duds. of course, it's also the gist of the American remake of Traffic.

no low spark for me.

Clearly it's opposite day.

I never thought the song was particularly judgemental either way. I haven't seen either version of Traffic so I can't comment on that.

Also:

SEX AND DRUGS ON THE RADIO OMG WTF

It's too bad there's already TV On The Radio (who are awesome), because Sex And Drugs On The Radio is a face-rockingly good band name.

don't give steven s0d3rb3rgh any "new" ideas!

Jim Derogatis' interview/dis of Stephen Jenkins is one of the meanest, most self-serving pieces of journalism I've read in recent years.

(dud....)

Not classic.......but still seems to hit me on a level most rock music fails to reach.

dont they have a new album coming out?
always had a spot for them

yes and it's called "Ursa Major", speaking of Superdrag

ha, the single

I can't stand the affected English accent but when "Semi-Charmed" or "How's It Going to Be" come on the radio I'm glad. I'm gonna pull a Nostradamus and predict that late 90s alt-grunge-make-out-rock ballads like the aforementioned "How's It Going to Be" or the Goo Goo Doll's "Iris" will eventually become the "Don't Stop Believin'" are-we-being-ironic-or-not-i-dunno anthems of a future generation.

I couldn't never get past my impression of Jenkins as a sleazy perv. 'Semi-Charmed' just confirmed all my suspicions to a catchy beat and as a band they just give me a mental block. my first thought is always "Erg! Yuk!"

I don't think the aforementioned songs (which I really like) are the right combo of ridiculous+good to become are-we-being-ironic classics.

'I Want It That Way' has already earned a place in that canon though.

I'm sure there are some others. That might be a good thread idea.

"How's It Going to Be" probably not, but I easily see a song as well known and over the top as "Iris" as taking a spot up there some day (the epic cheese factor for some 90s songs has yet to fully set in - we're still hearing it with somewhat fresh ears i.e. 1997 wasn't too long ago for many). And you should start the thread, would be fun to think about.

Yeah, maybe Iris. And 3eb are ridiculous...just not ridiculous in the right way. I'll make the thread.

undeniably classic. first album is completely unfuckwithable, love songs here and there thereafter as well.

this guy's pop culture references are always so uncomfortable and awkward

yet i still think this band is great, didn't like them first time around in the 90s, now their nostalgia factor is pretty ridiculous

yeah those singles have aged well imo, "Graduate" is the shit

New album isn't out yet, is it?

it's not out, but it's good and i don't know why

yeah it's leaked, im really excited to listen to it

i'm just sayin

i'm imagin harmony notes

and they're right

<3

http://o.onionstatic.com/images/articles/article/17198/blind_jpg_445x1000_upscale_q85.jpg

dud

when did Matt Damon join?

"I just joined a shitty alternapop band. Howdya like THEM apples?"

lol

I've always wanted to start a Third Eye Blind tribute band called Third Nostril Anosmic. maybe now's a good time?

with hit single "Misplacing a Whole 6 Months"?

song should really have been titled "Losing a Whole 3-½ Minutes" out of sympathy for its listeners.

f u

John Vanderslice with wisdom. The trick: it's not so much the song as a key member of the band.

That was a fun read.

yeah that was awesome. exactly how i picture jenkins lol

this is also one of the more insane-o fandoms i've ever semi-engaged with

lol

* cues "Never Let You Go" *

sometimes you're looking for any news of a new record and you see a bunch of fanboards where jenkins' lawyer is referred to by first name

The creative mind at work:

We took a car. The thing that Hwin was keen for me to understand about his life that week was that it wasn’t really his. For the past several days, he’d been doing a “life swap” with Stephan Jenkins, the lead singer of the alternative-rock band Third Eye Blind. Jenkins has a large and lovely house in Pacific Heights, but his charmed life in San Francisco’s old-money district wasn’t helping him write fresh and edgy music. So Hwin would occupy Jenkins’s Pac Heights studio for a while, and Jenkins would inhabit Hwin’s small, dormlike room in the Sub. (“It’s at the intersection of the gentrification on Valencia and the gritty, hard, dug-in city life,” Jenkins said. “People are walking around with knives.”) Hwin asked me whether I wanted to maybe head over there—it was a pretty sweet place, and Jenkins had hella guitars and shit—and I said sure...

“Look at the water!” Johnny Hwin said, squinting at the bay as we crested Pac Heights and drove west, toward the Presidio. It was the kind of day that kicks aside the quilt of summer fog, and every detail of a northern coast of the bay showed clearly in the late-afternoon light. We stopped in front of a white house set back slightly from the street. Hwin paid the Lyft fare on his phone, and we headed down an alley passage to a back patio. It was breezy, and it smelled of jasmine, and the movement of palm leaves overhead stippled everything with small feathers of shade. Hwin led me behind the house, where Stephan Jenkins had set up his music studio. Part of the idea of the life swap was that Jenkins and Hwin would share what they had written in each other’s homes. Jenkins had already drafted a song inspired by the Sub, Hwin told me, titled “Back to Zero.”

“Welcome to the spaceship!” he said as we entered. Hwin calls most rooms spaceships, but the term seemed apt here. Jenkins’s studio had the air of a man cave that had been subjected to a decorator’s polish. Its walls were covered in a dark-brown acoustic fabric, with cheery, stylishly contrasting green curtains. In the middle of the room was a gigantic mixing board, with a computer at its center.

We surveyed Jenkins’s large cache of guitars. “Stephan was just like, ‘Yeah, man—I have the best fucking setup, bro,’ ” Hwin told me, running his fingers up the neck of an electric model. “It’s like, Dude, you do! You do!” He twanged the guitar’s open strings. “Literally, there’s a room dedicated to miking these bad boys.” He twanged again.

They deserve each other, really.

first album is a no-skips classic!

LONDON

Top ten 90s album easy

god wait’ll you hear “thanks a lot”

God of Wine <3 <3

Those last three songs on loop for life

otm