I keep saying that I’m too old to go to concerts now. I don’t like the dumb kids screaming at any reference to drinking or being high, regardless how vague it may be. Or God forbid an F-bomb replace one of the words in the radio version of the song. Really? That warrants an out of control scream? I also don’t like frat boys screaming lyrics in my ear.
My freshman year of college, my roommate, Kristi, introduced me to The Dave Matthews Band. We listened to Under The Table And Dreaming and Remember Two Things ad nauseum. My sophomore year of college we actually went down to the local record store for the midnight release of Crash. I have never been one to have the first of anything, but I had to have that CD in my hot little hand as soon as possible.
I don’t go to a lot of concerts under the best of circumstances, but whenever Dave is playing, I have a hard time saying no. The last time I saw him play was in September of 2009.
I met my BFF, Sara there as well, but by the time I met up with her we were both a little crazy from the “excitement” in the air. It had nothing to do with the mass quantities of beers we were drinking.
Before that concert, it had been 3 years since I had seen Dave live. In August of 2006, I was 8 months pregnant and thought it would be a good idea to go see Dave with our friends, Joe and Jill.
So once again, it has been 3 years since I have seen Dave live and he just so happens to be in the neighborhood in a couple of months. Ryan’s birthday is less than 2 weeks after the date of the concert and so he suggested we go to celebrate. I don’t think it was just a coincidence that he turned the channel to a concert of Dave playing at Radio City Music Hall with Tim Reynolds to get me in the mood, if you will.
Well, it worked. I encourage all of you to check your schedules and if you are free on September 7th, grab some tickets and come on out to Chula Vista! We’ll be getting the lawn seats because 1) they are close to the bathrooms and 2) they are cheap.