dave matthews band

Their Parents Must Be Proud

Nothing says "rock concert" like an off-the-shoulder cocktail dress.

I swore off the Dave Matthews Band years ago. Coincidentally, I made that decision shortly after getting tear-gassed in the Meadows parking lot.

Though that decision has served me well sometimes I still think to myself, “Self, it’s been a long time since you saw a tedious jam band with a slightly bloated but hot lead singer. Kids must have learned that it’s stupid to spend money on concert tickets and then get so blind drunk you can’t remember it…or miss it altogether while face down in a pile of your own sick.”

But then The Courant runs some delightful slide show of drunk kids, just a couple beers away from blacking out and waking up in the Red Roof Inn parking lot. Then I resign myself to indoor concerts with plush seating.


Horse Crap

Apparently, mounted police are making a comeback in the Hartbeat after being kicked to the curb about 8 years ago. I like horses as much as the next person, but I’ve always found these mounted police units odd. I can’t help but have visions of the cops galloping up Albany Ave. on their trusted steeds, jumping potholes and sleeping bums in hot pursuit of a stolen car.

I also imagine that this could easily lead to the trampling of stoned teenagers at Dave Matthews Band concerts, as if those soft-rock jamfests weren’t already plagued with enough riotous behavior.