My Life as a Dave Fan

It's been over two weeks since the Dave Matthews Band final Fall Tour show for 2010. Most of the world probably has heard by now, the band is taking a year hiatus from touring, so this show had particular meaning to both the band and their fans. I had the amazing fortune to be able to see these two shows in the band's hometown of Charlottesville, Virginia.

When I first became a fan of DMB, I was a junior in high school. I had heard a lot of their hits on the radio like "Crash,""Too Much," and "Everyday," but it all changed when I was assigned to make a music video for a video production class I took in high school. I didn't want to choose something mainstream, and I wanted a challenge. As I was shuffling through all the music on my computer, "Satellite" by The Dave Matthews Band started to play. From the first moment I heard Dave playing that instantly recognizable guitar lick, I knew this was it. I worked on the music video for a better portion of two weeks, spending (literally) hours listening and dissecting the lyrics, the rhythms, layers and musicality of the piece. I remember being frustrated because I couldn't actually figure out what the song was about, but there was definitely a point where I realized that it didn't actually have to tell a story. I began to love the song for it's syncopated rhythms, it's beautiful lyrics, words in combinations I had never heard before, and the rich, unusual textures the Dave, Carter, Boyd, Stefan and LeRoi played with such passion and emotion. By the time my video was finished, I was a DMB fan.

There was a point in my fandom where I shifted from casual listener to full-blown Dave-head. In 2007, my freshman year at the University of Washington, I was roommates with a fellow Dave fan. It took us a few weeks to warm up to each other, (the rest is history) but we instantly bonded over our love for the band that spoke so completely to us. I remember her having #41 (an obsession of both of ours) on repeat, listening over and over. I remember hearing the hauntingly beautiful last phrase, "Why won't you run in the rain and play and let the tears splash all over you." Even just remembering those words send shivers down my spine. We'd constantly have DMB on in our room, day and night. Then she went to The Gorge in 2008 for LaborDave Weekend. She texted me during #41 something along the lines of "This is blowing my mind. You are coming next year." A part of me was jealous, but I hadn't yet crossed the line of causal listener, so I was content spending Labor Day Weekend at Bumbershoot in Seattle. A couple of years go by, another album released, Big Whiskey and the Groo Grux King. I listened to this album obsessively, over and over and over again. I knew all the words to EVERY song. Still, that year I opted for Bumbershoot. However, that year at Bumbershoot was by far the most disappointing. The shows I saw were entertaining, but I was looking for more. I wanted an experience that I could give myself fully to, I wanted to be overtaken by the music, I wanted to be fully engaged and swallowed whole by the lyrics. So I bought tickets to see DMB at The Gorge in 2010.

The Gorge at sunset.

I was excited. I love The Gorge. I went to Sasquatch, another music festival in Washington, a number of years ago, so I thought I knew what to expect. My expectations were far surpassed. For the first time, I was surrounded by people who had the same deep connection to the band. All they wanted was to enjoy the music, drink good drinks, eat good eats and just be humans. We didn't have to worry about our jobs, other people at home, or even our lives.

We could just be the truest forms of ourselves.

Thanks to Chef Thomas for the great shots!

Then the shows. Three nights. In the most beautiful spot in the world. The band played no repeats, a feat unmatched by the band in previous years. They played songs I'd never thought I'd hear live. My obsession at the time, "The Dreaming Tree" was played on the first night. As a matter of fact, it was the second song! They played such rarities as "Out Of My Hands," "Loving Wings," and "Granny." They played some newer unreleased songs like "Break For It" and "Blackjack." It was a Dave fan's dream come true. By the time Sunday night's set was finished, I was elated. The experience of the weekend was enough to convert me to a full-blown Dave-head.

Coming home, back to real life, after that weekend was hard. The band had planned a one year hiatus in 2011, meaning the next time I'd get to see DMB live would be in 2012. This was unacceptable. The Fall Tour schedule came out and I knew I was going to see DMB one last time. It just so happened to work out that the last two shows of the tour in Charlottesville were the one's I could see. Charlottesville, the birthplace of the band, was a place I'd never been. Flying cross country to see a band seemed silly to many people I met at the airport, my friends and even my family. But I knew that the weekend would be another life long memory that I'd be sorry to have missed.

Crystal, Madeline, Dave, and Kimberly

While in Charlottesville, I had the amazing luck and good fortune to get the opportunity to meet Dave Matthews himself. I still have no idea how the perfect timing worked out to catch him while he happened to be at Blenheim Winery for the 15 minutes we were there. In case you're not aware, Blenheim Winery is owned by the Matthews Family and Dave has contributed by creating artwork for the labels on some of their bottles of wine. As a wine enthusiast, it made me excited to know Dave was involved with another aspect of my life that I am so passionate about. With a wait of only about 5 minutes, the man couldn't have been nicer. The picture of us is one I cherish and I can't help but to show it off! We even had a nice conversation about Seattle and how popular clutch wallets are.

We were far away, but thank goodness for 15x zoom!

The shows that weekend are literally indescribable. I know no words I can write will even come close to doing justice to the performance these men achieved in their hometown. I heard the two songs I was aching to hear, "Spoon" and "Halloween" on the first night. Both of these songs have been teased throughout the tour and "Spoon" hadn't been played for over 1,000 days (I know weird things like this). I was blown away completely. I knew the second night would have to top the first, but my small brain couldn't imagine how. I soon learned, in order to top a near perfect show, just play for 3.5 hours and have a double encore. Simple, right? I laughed, I cried, I screamed, I danced my little heart out. They opened with two songs very dear to my heart, "Satellite," which I described the significance of earlier, and "Proudest Monkey," a song that's lyrics resonate with me like no other song has. I often use those lyrics in "about me" sections. As a matter of fact, that is indeed the "about me" found on my blog! Later they played a version of "#41" with Joe Lawlor that left me speechless, jaw dropped to the floor. I was moved to tears when listening to Dave sing the haunting lyrics of "Digging a Ditch." Everyone in the crowd was shocked and immensely pleased to hear the long forgotten "Long Black Veil." He even played "The Christmas Song." The closed the encore with the ever fitting "The Last Stop," only to come back for a rousing second encore of "Ants Marching," the band's unofficial theme song. By the end of those 3.5 hours and bawling at his lyrical addition to "The Last Stop" when he sang so delicately and emotionally "Everything is going to be okay," I couldn't believe what I just experienced. It's safe to say, my life is forever dedicated to DMB.

Through joyful times, to deep depressions, the music of DMB has shaped my life in ways I never thought music could. My passion for the band is shared by many, and these people I feel a deep connection to. I only count down the days until I get to see the band again, putting to music the roller coaster that our lives as humans travel.