Favorite Bands: Harvey Danger

As Philip Seymour Hoffman-as-Lester Bangs says in Almost Famous, “Music, true music — not just rock and roll — it chooses you.” I’d like to talk about my experience with my favorite bands, in no particular order.

The first time I saw Harvey Danger was on a commercial for the first NOW: That’s What I Call Music compilation. I couldn’t really make out the song but I saw a chubby, tall, nerdy guy with thick glasses and a crazy mop of curly hair and I felt an immediate kinship with him. He felt like someone who could live in my sub division, a friend’s cool older brother who lived down the street. The guy’s name was Harvey Danger (I didn’t know they were a band then, and though I’ve never heard him talk about it, I wonder if Sean Nelson ever had a Hootie problem with kids calling him Harvey) The song was titled Flagpole Sitta, and I wouldn’t know what it meant until 20 years later. At the time, I assumed “sitta” was a term for a catchy pop song, like, “ditty”.

Though they’ve since expressed regret over not naming the song something more obvious, I’d say flagpole sitter is a perfect title in more ways than one, because the song balanced everything (sincerity and insincerity, commercial success and indie obscurity, youthful vigor and jaded cynicism) almost impossibly well. It still holds up today, with threads and articles and retrospectives still written about it nearly every year.

It wasn’t until my senior year in the fall of 2003 that I randomly heard Flagpole Sitta on the radio and realized how much I really…