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Friday, July 8th, 2011 ISSUE 26
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F.U., DMB!
KYLE HASSETT WROTE THIS In honor of the Dave Matthews Band Caravan coming to Chicago this weekend, I thought that it would be a nice gesture to personally dedicate this article to Dave Matthews’ devout fan base; “Devout” being the key word in that phrase. I’m talking about those that argue whether Dave plays a sicker show at The Gorge or at Red Rocks (who gives a shit), those who can stand listening to a 40-minute version of Jimi Thing without jumping in front of a train (fuck you guys), and especially those of you who get hard when he covers some obscure song at the end of his show, thus confirming it to be the sweetest DMB concert you’ve ever been to, until you see him again the next month and he busts out an “awesome” skat solo to close out the set (seriously, fuck you guys). At this point, I should probably mention that I do not hate DMB’s music. The man’s a talented musician, sure. I just hate the fact that so many people think that he is God’s gift to Earth. Which reminds me: how the hell are there so many of these douchebag fans? They seem to reproduce like rabbits and it scares the shit out of me. I have a working theory that Dave Matthews asexually produced sometime around 1990 and created the first DMB groupie, let’s call him Dave Jr. Dave Matthews told little Dave Jr. to travel across the countryside, spreading DMB’s music to the people. Most of them, like me, thought that
it sounded pretty solid, but not enough to devote their lives to all that is Dave. But unfortunately for humanity, a shitload of people answered the call. Since then, they’ve been blazing trails across the country in their broken down Jeep Wranglers that reek of bud and swamp ass (two key components of a DMB concert). It is beyond my thinking capacity as to why these fans go to such great lengths just to catch a glimpse of the one they call “Dave.” And when did going to DMB concerts become the most American thing ever? He’s from South Africa, dumbasses. I’ve meditated for days at a time, trying to figure out why everyone has a broner for Dave, but I’ve come up with almost nothing. I have come to the sad realization that these DMB fans that piss me off so much will never go away. Since Dave Matthews doesn’t age (another working theory of mine), I will just have to put up with these assholes until I’m about 60 or so. Why 60? Because by then, I’ll be a mean old man who hates everyone anyways, and the Dave fans will just blend into my path of blind hatred. But until that day comes, it seems that there’s not much I can do. So enjoy your precious Caravan, and have fun passing out during a sax solo in the middle of Two Step, only to wake up half an hour later to find that the solo is still going on.