For the second year in a row my middle son and I went to both nights of the Dave Matthews Band’s pretty much annual stop at SPAC. As always, Carter smiled continuously as he banged the drums and Dave praised the crowd and venue. We had a good time and I got some great crowd photos in the parking lots prior to the shows. We ran into some people we knew and even made some new friends. It was fun and I imagine we’ll do it again next time the band is in town. By then, I hope to have erased some of the less pleasant parts of this year’s shows.
I haven’t kept track of how many times I’ve seen DMB, but seeing that it was Griffin’s 6th show, I imagine I’ve got somewhere between 12-15 shows under my belt. I grew up taking the bus into the city for shows at the Garden and consider myself a concert veteran, but there’s always something new to see, right? Take that man’s penis, for instance. What a shocker that was! I can say with complete honesty that I’ve never before stood in line next to someone who was pissing into a red solo cup – and I hope to never repeat that experience. The close up of a stranger’s
not so privates may have been a blessing in disguise because when that woman on the lawn threw her skirt up and prepared to pull her underwear down to pee on the lawn in front of everyone, it wasn’t that traumatic for me.
Now, urine aside, the only other bodily fluid which made an appearance was vomit. Fortunately, I missed seeing that (re)enter the world, but I became aware of it after someone near me on the lawn stepped in it. Situations like this completely validate my decision to always wear closed shoes, often rain boots, at outdoor concerts.
Now – the good stuff! We met some awesomely friendly people while taking photos, including two adorable hula hooping pixies who were so pleased with the photo I took Friday that they sought me out on Saturday to reward me with a hug. Sweet! I also ran into one of my favorite parents from school and finally met her collaborator in creating 4 fabulous kids. That kind of made my night.
As far as the music goes, the set lists were epic and I’m so glad we went both nights because we heard nearly every song we had hoped to hear. The transitions between songs was flawless and the flute solos provided a fresher sound than the sometimes (to me) tedious violin solos. Highlights were #41, the acoustic What Would You Say, and pretty much the entire second set on Saturday night.
Towards the end of Saturday night I looked around at the crowd and concluded that pretty much everyone would end the night by either fighting, having sex or falling asleep. Me? I slept well.