Category Archives: Dave Matthews Band

Internet, we need to have a talk

Can someone explain to me for the love of all that is holy and scared in this world why on earth I have 3,200 search hits for funny puppies? And why, if I add up all puppy and dog-related hits to this site, that number jumps to almost 10,000, which is a third of my total hits? I posted ONE CUTE PICTURE and now I’m like, the go-to blog for puppies.

Other interesting things I noticed while checking my stats: goddamn you people like to search for Chris Kirkpatrick and DMB lyrics. I mean, seriously.

And since there are so many people stopping by on a regular basis, why not stop and say hello?


Lucid dreams


I don’t really know that I have a lot to say right now but let’s just try this out and see where it goes. I am currently listening to Lucid Dreams by Franz Ferdinand. Do yourself a favor and play this song while wearing headphones. Prepare to have your mind blown at the end. My brain always feels like it’s a big bouncy ball when I listen to the song with headphones on.

So my allergies this year have been beyond what they’ve been since I moved to this state with all its stupid reproducing trees and grasses and flowers. I’ve had to double up on allergy medication more than once and yesterday I developed a slight sore throat and today its being kept company by a headache and overall yuckness feeling. CURSES. I just want to go home, put on my pjs, and sleep. And drink tea. Hot tea. Mmm hot tea.

In the past bit since we’ve last spoken, I’ve not done anything worth mentioning except get a B in my class and see DMB twice. (I remained awesome while doing all of that.) The DMB shows were amaaazing. Okay, the Raleigh show could’ve been better. But the Charlotte show? Easily at the top of the list for favorites shows I’ve seen. And now the BFF and I are into double digits! With any luck, we’ll squeeze in at least one more show this summer. I am really hoping to scrape together enough money for the mega awesome pre-order package for Big Whiskey and the Groogrux King. $60 is a lot but the stuff you get is incredible and I really wanted a book of Dave’s drawings, okay? So bite me. Also of note: the hotel we stayed at in Charlotte was ridiculously awesome. It was a Candlewood Suites and the bed was like a little slice of bed heaven, right there in our room. Soft, luxurious sheets, comfy mattresses, and buttery pillows. DELICIOUS.

In more recent news, our DDR soft mat shorted out, we bought a betta named Carolina who died the next morning, and our Wii got fried in a storm (we weren’t home at the time). So that’s fun. There’s a new, better DDR mat in a big box at home but we don’t have the Wii (it’s on its way to Nintendo) so it’s not like we’re missing out or anything. I haven’t used the Wii in weeks anyway but of course, the day we discovered it was dead, I had planned to go home and use it. Ha! That’s okay, I ended up running errands most of the night anyway. And last night, we went to the store for a few items (like ice cream, which is vair important) and then came home and I got in bed. Slept through Olbermann and woke up at 9 to make dinner. And I just remembered I left my lunch at home. I was really out of it this morning when I left the house, so it’s not really surprising that I did.

Okay internets, be well.


I love puppies

Tonight we watched Where the Red Fern Grows because Dave Matthews is in it. I haven’t read that book in years but it seemed to stick to the book relatively well. It wasn’t anything to write home about (but write internets about…YOU BETCHA!) because all of the really dramatic scenes were strangely anti-climactic but I cried like a baby at the end, just like I cried like a baby at the end of the book.

Growing up in Oklahoma, you’re kind of force-fed things by Wilson Rawls. Or at least we were. Maybe because we were only loosely disconnected from the Ozarks? We were the Ozarks by proxy or something. Anyway, I grew up reading WTRFG and Summer of the Monkeys several times a year. I’m looking forward to getting a library card so I can check them out and read them again.

Also? Dave was really hot in overalls. That is all.

It’s all just notes in my head


I will go in this way, and find my own way out

I’m writing this blog post between refreshing two threads at Weekly Davespeak and random bouts of hysterical sobbing. I cannot believe that Roi is gone. DMB has been my favorite band for years upon years, and it was Roi, woodwind that he is (god, was), who got me into them. I am deeply grieved for his family and friends. We’re all at the show tonight in spirit and I know Roi is there too, jamming and filling up the ethereal spaces with his beautiful, beautiful music.

You will be sorely, wholly missed, Roi. We love you.

Pinch doses of laudanum

Legionnaire’s Lament by the Decemberists has become one of my current favorite songs. For reasons I cannot explain, the song makes me want to visit Paris. I’m not often struck by urges to visit Paris, or France in general (though the WWII enthusiast [omg word choice] in me would like to see the countryside).

Let’s go, shall we?

And don’t forget, there shall be drinking at the pilsner lighthouse outside Copenhagen, so dress appropriately for a trip to Denmark (and Sweden. OTP <3.).

Last night I decided to make my new MySpace just cracked out enough to scare off my half-friends. I figure slapping a graphic of Jim Gordon/Sirius Black = a love so pure on my profile will win me the ire of many. The question is will they hate it because it’s gay or will they hate it because it’s incestuous and also quite impossible for Jim/Sirius to be OTP?

The shirt I’m wearing has the most beautiful dark purple beads sewn on. They’re kind of mesmerizing. Oh. There’s dark green and dark blue, too. They’re v. dark but also kind of metallic.

Did I mention that Ray LaMontagne is coming to town in October? The Black Keys are coming in November. I <3 them. Someone tried to take down the sign that’s hanging on the bulletin board downstairs and I was like NO WAY and hung it back up. You don’t diss the Black Keys okay? Okay. If you do, I’ll pencil trick your ass.

A Friday random, you ask? Well, all right.

1. The Luckiest – Ben Folds (brb sobbing)
2. More Than a Feeling – Nsync (whut)
3. Love Song – 311
4. Come On Over – Christina Aguilera
5. Goin’ Nowhere – Chris Isaak
6. Gravedigger – Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds, Boone, NC (these tracks got renamed somehow, so it shows as being Crash Into Me)
7. Desire – The Raconteurs
8. I Will Buy You a New Life – Everclear
9. Please Don’t Go Girl – New Kids on the Block
10. Blue Water [partial] – Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds, Boone, NC (listed as Lie In Our Graves)

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So let us sleep outside tonight

This song has been keeping me sane all week long:

One Sweet World – Dave Matthews Band


Show: EPIC

We discovered that taking the “long” way to the venue is actually shorter than taking the short version, if only because you don’t have to drive through a neighborhood to get there. WIN. However, due to the fail parking situation at the venue (seriously, it seems to get worse every year), we ended up taking the short way back home. Wasn’t too bad but you know, urgh.

SO. I’m x-posting this to LJ and my blog-blog, so…yeah. Those of you on LJ were subjected to my voice messages last night, which are really just shitty quality mp3 of parts of songs. Where to start? The parking lot where we drank vodka and Dr. Pepper? Okay, let’s start there. The kids two cars down from us got busted for underage drinking and the cops made them dump the entire contents of their trunk into the dirt (a case of beer…in cans), which I thought was kind of funny. I mean, they looked to be about 17 or 18 and really, did they think that cops don’t patrol the parking lots? If you’re underage and have your heart set on tailgating, either pre-game at home and get a DD, or do what we did: before you leave home, dump a smidge of a 20 ounce soda into a cup and add alcohol of your choice, then fill it the rest of the way with what you poured out. EASY PEASY.

We trudged over to the gates and waited in line for a few minutes behind a group of really obnoxious teenagers. One girl had a ~dazzling~ blue flower in her hair. One of them was in front of me in the line check and they made her shake out her blanket, which sent her digital camera clunking onto the pavement. LAUGH. But then the attendant was all, “WHAT IS THAT??” like he was a cop or something. Whatever. The lady who “searched” (jabbed at) my purse managed to knock two of my pins off. I was like WTF PUT THEM BACK ON, HOAR. Okay, I didn’t say that. But I thought it.

We paid a ridiculous amount of money for some failbeer and then found our seats. Oh, look. They’re exactly where they always are. Except in the FAILsection of the venue. House music was Sgt. Pepper and then to Magical Mystery Tour. We kept the few people sitting around us entertained by singing along to every song. Loudly. No, no. We were still sober. We saw the WH guy walking around talking to people (just look for someone wearing a pass, holding a piece of paper, and talking to random people) but he didn’t talk to us. ARGH. The entire time. They bumped people all through Michael Franti and Spearhead (SO GOOD…even though I spent most of their set on the concourse procurring frozen beverages). Didn’t bump us. Okay, whatever.

Every year we play this game, The BFF and I: when will the band take the stage? We get a five minute window either way and half the difference between our times is a tie. Anything falling outside of that is a loss. This year we also chose show opener, show closer, and encore closer. I won show closer! Woo!

Seek Up *
So Damn Lucky *
Corn Bread *
Crush *
Sledgehammer *
#41 *
Pantala Naga Pampa–> *
Rapunzel *
The Space Between +
Dancing Nancies *
The Idea Of You *
Smooth Rider *
Everyday *
Louisiana Bayou *


Gravedigger *
Tripping Billies *

Show Notes:
Send good thoughts for LeRoi
* Jeff Coffin
+ Dave, Carter and Tim

I won’t go through the show song by song because I don’t want you to hate me but having Seek Up as an opener nearly killed me. We tend to get pretty epic opening songs at our shows but this tour, it seems that they’ve ALL been fairly incredible (I guessed #41 would open). So Damn Lucky…I freaked. I still can’t believe they’re playing things, full band, from Dave’s solo album. We had one other WH member sitting near us (that we know of) and the three of us spent the first, IDK, five or six songs freaking out on each other.

Funny story about Crush! So they’ve played Seek Up (released on Remember Two Things, 1993) and Granny (written for but not released on Under the Table and Dreaming, which was released in 1994, and remains one of the most popular regularly played songs live) and really, you could tell there were diehards about, especially during Granny because of all the love!baby! that was going on. So they start playing Crush and the kid beside me gets my attention for the half a second that I’m not screaming my head off and says, “Yeah! Now they’re finally playing some old school stuff!”

You’re going to come to me with that?

Crush was released on Before These Crowded Streets in 1998.

Their cover of Sledgehammer is just ridiculous. I loved it. And we got Nancies! We’d never seen Nancies (or Seek Up or Crush or SDL or Gravedigger or Space Between), so our show was pretty epic in so far as songs we hadn’t seen yet.

I know a lot of people reading this are mostly interested in how things sound without Roi. Let me tell you right now that it is pretty obvious that he’s not there and not just because when you look over to that side of the stage, there’s no beautiful Roi rocking his sunglasses. I should preface all of this by saying that Jeff Coffin wailed last night. He is unfuckingbelievable (they did the Sojourn jam during #41, I mean WTF. Epic.). But Roi’s absence was pretty noticeable, to me at least. He and Boyd play so well off one another, so that dynamic was a bit skewed. Jeff and Tim had some pretty epic jams though. Dave said a bit about how there’s nothing wrong with Roi that can’t be fixed, at the start of the show, and there were some people with signs down front. After Gravedigger, Dave got us to chant WE WANT ROI! for the video they’re sending him.

All of that said, there’s still an amazing dynamic on stage with Coffin. You’ll miss Roi but you’ll be appeased, I think. And I would like to add that I very much noticed Butch’s absence. There were several songs during which I caught myself singing a part that wasn’t there — Butch’s.

What am I leaving out? Dave was hot (duh). He donned Timmy’s sunglasses during Smooth Rider, which, by the way, was effing hot with TWO electric guitars.

Um. I’m really tired. And…that’s it.

FUN. I WOULD DO IT AGAIN IN A HEARTBEAT. Even though the crowd (around us) was epic fail.

Oh! And we eavesdropped on a taper as he was leaving the show — he was set up in the best spot, right in front of the board, I think (idk?). I should’ve gotten his name but whatever. I had to pee.

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For the second July in a row, I completely missed gratuitous playing of July, July by the Decemberists. Some day, on July 1, our lives won’t be hectic and we’ll also have money and we’ll throw a July, July party. Because we’ve wanted to for years.

Okay! Okay! Okay! Today is July 2! I feel vaguely as if I have been given uppers and downers AT THE SAME TIME. Mind: going a million miles a minute. Motor function: FAIL. I stayed up really, really insanely late last night because I was having so much fun with my friends that I couldn’t tear myself away. Now I’m really tired. Like, my eyelids are all droopy and heavy and every time I yawn, I feel like I’m going to pass out, but I CANNOT. NOT TODAY. MUST DRINK COFFEE. Am. Have the coffee with me now. Now. NOW.

I should shut up now, shouldn’t I?

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Right beside me

Sitting on my desk, atop The Late Hector Kipling (btw, I did not, under any circumstances, watch part of a David Thewlis movie on YouTube during my lunch break that contained the most horrendous sex scenes ever filmed. Nope.) and under a bar of fancy dark chocolate our Chair gave us “because it’s Friday” is a FedEx envelope. Inside this envelope? Epic summer madness.




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