When all else fails, you still have DMB

Everyone should know how big of a Dave Matthews Band fan I am. I'm not as big on them as I once was. When I say that, I mean I don't spend money on everything they release anymore and I haven't paid to see them in concert in four or five years.

Since the release of Before These Crowded Streets, the group seems to be rushing their new songs. If you ever get a hold of old recordings from DMB's first shows in Virginia, you'll realize how old the songs on Under the Table and Dreaming and Crash. The songs had a gestation period of at least two years. The greatest things about those old recordings is you can hear the lyrics being developed at every performance by Dave who tweeked them nightly. Hearing Peter Griesar on the keyboards is also a treat but I digress... from what I have no idea.

Rainy days are great days to listen to DMB. It reminds me of all of the concerts I've seen on the lawn in the rain in Richmond, VA, and at The Woodlands. I usually could rattle off what song they were about to play after hearing Dave play a chord or two to make sure his guitar was in tune. I'd also lose my voice after screaming in vain for the band to play "#41" or "Pig."

I am all over the map tonight. I didn't intend on writing this much anyway.