OK, I can’t tell you the last time I went to a full-blow actual concert at a large venue. I’ve seen some bands in clubs or on the Duluth City green during its summer series, but a real concert? Can’t even remember. Maybe Lucinda Williams back in San Francisco at the Warfield with Dave. But that was, god, what? Seven or eight years ago? I suck.
Well, I was presented with the opportunity to go see the Dave Matthews Band last night at he new amphitheater in Alpharetta. So I jumped at it. Nice company, a pleasant evening (not too hot, a little breeze blowing through). No even the $12 beers were going to put a damper on the evening.
So, the Matthews and the boys have barely played one bar when that pleasant breeze takes on a kinda acrid tint. Oh, yeah… this is a Dave Matthews crowd, of course… and the aroma of pot settles in. I can’t see anyone actually smoking, but there is definite circumstantial evidence.
And the girl next to us says she say DMB play a few weeks before, and for an encore they did a version of the Talking Head’s “Burning Down the House,” which sounds like it would be interesting to hear. Looking forward to that.
The show was pretty good. The was a replacement for the original saxophonist who had died, and they added a trumpet—played by a 350-pound guy who looked more like a bouncer than a musician, but be had chops, boy. The combination of the two horns really filled out the sound. Very cool.
By the time Dave led the band through a couple of encores, and the drummer had tossed a couple dozen drumsticks into the crowd, these house lights came up and there was no “Burning Down the House.” Bummer… I had been looking forward to the DMB version for most of the show. Had I not known they had played it before, I would not have been disappointed when they didn’t key it up for us. Kinda put a cloud over the whole show.
The next morning, to somewhat of a surprise, I had a killer headache from the pot smoke and my feet hurt from standing up during the whole concert. I don’t want to think I’m getting too old for this kind of fun, but the evidence says otherwise.