December 09, 2009
DMBF #3355799
If by sheer force of will...
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November 15, 2009
Talk About the Weather
Several of my friends have told me that they can't see Dave, or his name, or hear him, and not think of me.
Yeah, I'm down with that.
I've tried to understand it myself. Not why I like the Dave Matthews Band, but why Dave himself, of all the musicians in all the world, is the one that moves me the most.
As previously pondered, the simplest explanation is often the correct one: because the angels got some on me.
If the measure of fanness is volume of concerts attended, I would fail. In an epic sort of way. If the measure of fanness is the date I joined the Warehouse, I would fail. If the measure of fanness is time spent at the marching or dancing fan sites, I would fail.
If the measure of fanness is having a related something tattoed on one's body, well I would have a shot there. And if proof of fanness could be proffered by journal entries going back over a decade, I'm in.
On the other hand I did modify my Firedancer so I'm not sure whether that then counts against me.
And since I'm still waiting to hear him say yes to the request, I haven't figured out whether all the times I've taken his words and twisted them mercilessly are going to count for or against the aforementioned fanness score.
Words, words, words.
Recently. In fact.
A conversation about going to see the King’s Singers led to a conversation about being a groupie, which led to me accepting the groupie label after being properly defined (which is to say I have groupie references - I can give you the names of six men that can attest to precisely what kind of groupie I am), which led to a conversation about things being properly defined, which led to a conversation about being called a cougar, which led back to the groupie label and its connotations, which led to the tragically unaware invocation of Dave’s name and the strong contention that everything said to that point (meaning my heretofore impeccable groupie behavior) would become inapplicable.
My response was the now-famous, "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"You would be all over that."
(As I said a moment ago, it was a tragically unaware invocation.) "Not in a million years."
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