I am here to note that his live performances are typically exercises in strained vocals, marginal pitch control and bizarre motivational speeches. I’m not here to pile on Jenkins who was a part of some of the most important songs in my life and also appears to be an excessively unpleasant person to associate with. Stephan Jenkins is such a fucking creepy douchebag.

That structure is always troubling for a host of reasons but especially in this case when the personality at the center of the self-styled cult is, well, I’ll let Jimmy Eat World drummer Zach Lind explain:

Having excised most of his creative equals, Third Eye Blind has become something of a cult of personality centered on Jenkins. Lead singer Stephan Jenkins was sloppy and occasionally incompetent, and that’s a problem when you consider that, with key cogs like Kevin Cadogan, Arion Salazar and Tony Fredianelli no longer associated with the group, Jenkins essentially is Third Eye Blind, a circumstance that is clearly not accidental. Longtime drummer Brad Hargreaves was his usual phenomenal self and the rest of the current Third Eye Blind lineup was perfectly serviceable. In contrast to the tightly refined performance of Jimmy Eat World, Third Eye Blind was sloppy and occasionally incompetent. And two decades of practice have smoothed that rock until no jagged edges remain a far cry from the ragged collegiate shows that I grew up attending (and performing in), a contemporary Jimmy Eat World performance, with its tight harmonies, focused guitar tones and efficient light show, is professional. The rest of the band’s set was similarly satisfying maybe Jim Adkins can’t hit all the high notes in “Sweetness” anymore, but Jimmy Eat World still rocks. Time is rarely kind to rock stars-and no more charitable to those who celebrate them-so when Jimmy Eat World opened their set by ripping through “Pain,” a 15-year-old song with the kind of rage and aggression befitting an angsty 15-year-old, it was a welcome surprise. One of them could have bought beer for the rest. It’s fitting that everyone present at the concert that night was old enough to be a seasoned parent: The best Third Eye Blind and Jimmy Eat World albums-their glorious, thrashing offspring-are now old enough to have driven themselves to the show. This was the scene that greeted my wife and I as we pulled into Freedom Hill on a late June day, drawn to the site by the Summer Gods Tour, a nostalgic goldmine of an operation that paired ’90s alt-rock icons Third Eye Blind with emo-turned-dad-rock luminaries Jimmy Eat World. The parking lot was filled with tailgaters and not a face in sight was younger than my suddenly youthful 32.

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