The DMB Concert was fuckin' AWESOME.

nnnuts, please don't hate me. :)

Mike was all freaking out because we left much later than expected due to people at his work screwin' stuff all up. But as it turned out, we got there about an hour before the opening act, anyway.

As we're sitting down in Section D in Hersheypark Stadium. They're not terrible seats, but not all that great either. Either way, it's the closest Mike or I have ever been to the main stage. We got a smoothie and sat down to wait for the openers, and we were approached by a guy in a DMB tee-shirt.

"You guys members of the Warehouse?" he asked. The Warehouse is the official fan club.

"Yeah, for like three years now," says Mike.

"Got your tickets on you?" the guy asked.

"Sure."

"How would you like to sit in the front row?"



We sat front row, dead center.



Dave coulda spit on us. Mike almost hyperventillated.

It was an awesome fucking show. Crush, #41, Dancing Nancies seamlessly into Warehouse, Jimi Thing, Grey Street into Everyday/#40. This awesome little scat that Dave threw in that blew my mind.

Two Step, Cry Freedom, and All Along The fuckin' Watchtower.

For Sept. 11, Stefan played the Star Spangled Banner on Bass. The crowd was absolutely awed.

It's truly amazing, the power of God that comes through that man when he just lets loose and wails. And Boyd just dominating the violin with an ecstatic grin on his face. And Carter with a smile that could light up heaven blowing bubbles during his drum solos.

Best part?

I made direct eye contact with Dave Matthews last night.

Mike's not gonna have another facial expression for about three weeks or so.