wedding gift

Last night I took JD to see The Dave Matthews Band as his wedding gift.  It never occurred to me exactly how many bro-dudes would be in attendance at such a concert.  In fact, we were surrounded by them.  The girl next to me screamed incessantly, even when there was nothing going on.  The couple in front of us paid more attention to the other person's tongue than they did the band, and the group behind us made pointless and idiotic commentary (loudly) throughout the entire concert.


But the band, the band was awesome.  For those of you who think that they don't deserve the hype or are just another jam band, I must humbly disagree with you.  The drummer,  Carter Beauford, is one of the best.  His musical nuances with ghost notes on the snare, a constant driving pattern that can achieve highs and lows greater than any drummer I have heard before - that includes jazz, rock, folk, classical, anyone.


Enough about the musical ranting.  If you want more of it, the Mr. will give you an ear-full here.


After the concert we strolled the half mile back to Blue Line through the chaos of cars, came home and finished the bottle of wine from dinner and JD made his famous cheesy sauce.  All in all, a successful date night.