A little band called DMB.

So my phone is out of minutes, my laptop is about to die and I’m stuck at work.

Crap.

At least iTunes makes me happy and keeps me occupied. Hopefully no more snot nosed (literally-allergy season is a biatch) kids come in here for a while. It’s nice to have the daycare room all to myself and my music without the sound of some obnoxious over the top, enthusiastic pre-teen wearing entirely too much makeup singing, dancing and “acting” on some lame ass show about a normal girl turned pop star or some wizards using their newly learned magic spells to get their chores done. And of course we all know what channel this shit is all compiled on. Disney. What ever happened to the cool Disney? Like, uh…well…hmm…Looks like I was a Nickelodeon kid. Ren and Stimpy, Pete and Pete, Ah Real Monsters that was legit. Hannah Montana. Not so much.

So I’m listening to LT 7…for those of you who don’t give your life to the DMB nation, LT 7=Live Trax Volume 7, 12.31.96, Hampton Coliseum, Hampton, Virginia. Gosh I remember when I first went to antsmarching.org or any other dmb forum.... I felt like an ass because I didn’t know what those lame ass abbreviations or acronyms stood for. I was constantly consulting iTunes and Google trying to find out what the fuck ASTB meant. (Anyone seen the bridge). I have to say, I’ve been a Dave fan since I can remember, but it wasn’t until these past years that I’ve been an “active” fan. I mean its absurd! Yeah, I don’t know Dave’s street address and how many times he wipes his ass, but does that really make me less of a person or WAIT…Less of a fan?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!???????????????????????!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!?! Gasps and places back of hand against forehead and faints gracefully to the floor

PAUSE. Child just came into the daycare. She is a regular and quite adorable, I must admit. I remember when I first heard her adorable little child lisp…I asked her to tell me her favorite color over and over again. (It’s “pulpul” BTW)

Anywho…Back to the fans of DMB. Give me a break. That’s all I have to say.

This LT 7 is pretty superb. Seek up, as an opener would boggle my brain. I mean you know you’re in for a treat when you hear that opening gee-tar and Dave’s haunting “sometimes I feel like I’m fallllllllinnnnng”! Ahhh! But my favorite part of this song is the near close when Dave is just pouring his heart out thru his singing from his soul that’s accompanied with Boyd’s power pulling of that bow across those four string’s of his violin.

And then...

Dancing Nancies.

What a bunch of lucky bastards. Ya know you’ve already got good mojo because the show is happening in Dave’s home state PLUS it’s new Years!!! An opener of Seek Up and Dancing Nancies. You know that’s just foreplay for a wonderful show later. This aint no get in get out.

As I’m lost in Dave’s simplistic yet realistic lyrics, I start to daydream about this summer and the plethora of shows I’m “planning” on attending. If everything goes as planned, I will see DMB 6 times (If my parents let me go to Alpine)..Surely A Seek Up will be gracefully thrown into the set list! I mean come on Dave! You have like 23473874 songs and you only play about 12 of them. Let’s mix that shit up. I mean when you see fans holding up signs that say “Minarets” or “Last Stop” that CLEARLY means they WANT you to play those.

Ok, so that brings me to Last Stop. OMG if a Dave fan is reading this, they just went from 6 to midnight. Seriously guys, cool off. This song is pretty sweet yes…but is it really worth all the blood, sweat and tears? Not literally blood (although I wouldn’t be surprised if a bunch of nut-bar Dave heads had a ritual killing/sacrifice for this song to be played again.) I don’t know, maybe this song just hasn’t struck a chord with me yet. Maybe it will one day and I’m totally hoping that it will get to the point where I hear it and I lose my mind, bouncing off the walls, ripping clothes and screaming the lyrics entirely too loud. Part of me just wants to hear the damn thing so I can spitefully rub it in the faces of those who jerk it to the song.

Until then. I’ll just suck it up and live my life, day by day. By day.

PAUSE. The little “pupul” girl wants me to read. Damn.