It made sense, then, that when popping a cd into my sound system, I pretty much only listened to sincere bands. Bands that were serious about their music and their message.
These dudes are intense.
So it follows that I really liked the band Live. Remember "Lightening Crashes" and "I Alone"? Their big album was their second, Throwing Copper. They bled sincerity and seriousness to me back when it meant the most to me, in those teenage years.
Times were simpler then.
Basically, when I think back, my enjoyment of Live taught me about musical obsession, about the intricacies and excitement that come along with absorbing one's self in a particular band. They weren't the first band I was acutely taken by, but they did hit me hard at the time, I have to say. I knew and analyzed every track on that album. I was intrigued by the energy and earnestness of the band. I learned about the transcendent quality of music, sitting in my bedroom with the sound pumping. At the time I thought Live were trying to uphold the values I held dear: connection, truth, and all that kind of thing. (Soooooo high school! And sooooooo serious!) I read every article I could find about them and sought out information about the authors and ideas they wrote about in their songs. Everything they did seemed so fraught with meaning.