Nice.
I like Dave Matthews’s music. I like his solo music. I like his stuff with the band. I don’t get either the worship or kneejerk hatred of it (and I certainly don’t understand why anyone would play it 24/7) but I enjoy listening to it sometimes.
And I have never called anyone “bro” or “dog” in my life.
Yeah, I reaaaally don’t like most* of the bands he mentioned - barring Wilco who I’m halfway obsessive about. (I haven’t been to any concert in years, though, so I don’t know if I’d find and want to start smacking “jam band idiots” at a Wilco show.)
Ditto on the decent DMB music that a few people have mentioned (Under the Table/Crowded Streets), though I had to go look up the records’ track lists as I don’t own any of their stuff. Pleasant enough music to listen to when it comes on the radio, but hearing any strung-out live recordings of it makes me stabby.
I’m not a big fan but they do have some good songs. Truckin’, Friend of the Devil, Sugar Magnolia, Uncle John’s Band, Casey Jones. Several of those are available for Rock Band.
1999? They played in my fraternity house in 1993. That was about 3 months before they hit it pretty big.
ETA: I wouldn’t put Wilco anywhere near that group. A lot of the folks I know who listen to Widespead, Phish, DMB, GD, etc. haven’t even heard of Wilco, or Uncle Tupelo. They definitely appeal to a post-collegiate crowd.
Dude! That could be me… it’s far away enough to look like me enough, and I was definitely in that area. Can’t tell what kind of shirt that is… the only thing is that guy looks really happy to be there… maybe it was during Sheryl Crow’s set? But that might be me, actually… weird.
That doesn’t really surprise me. I know a lot of Black folks who love them some Willie (especially here in Central Texas). Willie does have soul, and he’s done a lot of work with musicians of every stripe. In fact, I think it’s unfair to call him “country” because his oeuvre really covers the gamut. Ditto for Johnny Cash. My dad has a bunch of his records.
Ferret Herder, I totally agree that Wilco doesn’t fit that list. I think you have to have some depth to really like that band. (No offense to DMB fans.)
And I hereby declare Jimmy Buffett as the Whitest artist that ever lived, Locrian. 
I should relate a DMB story here. At the Fenway show, there were these two idiots - one looked exactly like Andy Samberg from SNL, only with a Henry Rollins cut - decked out in Yankee gear, who SHOUTED EVERY LYRIC DURING THE FUCKING SHOW. It’s a good think I didn’t really come to hear Dave because I couldn’t due to these two douches. And they didn’t, you know, just sing it. They used hand gestures to indicate how they wanted the girl to CRASH INTO ME! And they were drunk/weed-induced stumbling around, attention whoring for the first Sox fan to talk shit so they could start something. The swirling around, b-boy hand gestures were surreal. Every time I looked at these wastes of space they were looking around to see if anybody wanted to start shit.
DMB’s fans do them no favors, I tell ya.
And of course there’s that story about DMB’s tourbus dumping shit into the Chicago River… not the band’s fault of course, but pretty funny nonetheless.
Oh ho ho! Not just the river, but directly onto passengers of a passing tourboat as well. Figurative meet literal.
I forgot to add that as a Chicagoan who’s also taken two architectural boat tours of the city since that incident (and yes, it was not the band’s fault at all), I inevitably flash to a memory of that most times I hear the band’s name.
They did warn on the Chicago Architectural Society’s tour (only half-jokingly) that you probably shouldn’t look up when the boat goes under one of those bridges.
And so then who exactly was filling up the bus with poop to the point that they needed, as it were, an emergency dump? The guy from Blues Traveler? Well, that I could believe.
The incident, as recounted in the DMB’s Wiki article, is claimed to have involved 800 lbs of the stuff - draw your own conclusions.
Yeah my friends and I got into a White Dude Brawl with some tools at a DMB concert I went to about 10 years ago.
HAW!!!
Oh, break this down, man. I googled “White Dude Brawl” and nothing came back. Is it when dudes talk shit, shove each other a couple of times, potentially get each other in a headlock, while some girl cries? Then the dudes get pulled apart and one guy keeps barking back while his boy holds him by his shirt (which is all stretched out by this point)?
If so, I’ve seen that fight on Sunset Boulevard many, many times. In fact, if this is the definition, the famous debate fight (when the White dude with the ponytail moons the Black woman) is basically a White Dude Brawl. Except the crier is a grown man that debates.
I just coined the term. Basically what you described. White frat guy types, not matter how big, tend to avoid actually getting into real fights (unless they have an overwhelming advantage) while at the same time postering so as to appear badass. This is because a) they have to work the next morning, b) they don’t want to explain their fucked up face to their GF, c) they haven’t been in a fight since the third grade d) don’t want to get arrested for assault & battery and e) are rich white kids from the suburbs, not urban street brawlers.
So the way this went down:
Dudes in parking lot start tossing bottles near us. Close enough for us to know that they are tossing them at us, not randomly, but far enough away and infrequently enough that it takes 3-4 bottles for us to realize it’s not random.
So the 8 or so of us get all puffed up and confront them.
Our smallest guy grabs their smallest guy and wrestles him to the ground
I cock my fist back and start running around looking for someone to punch but they all scatter. I assume the other guys in our group are doing something similar.
Both groups retreat to their sides.
Their big bearded fuckhead and my buddy who’s like 6’ 3" but really skinny somehow end up in the no-mans land between us and start talking shit again.
I come up behind my friend to get his back in case the big dude is too much to handle or his buddies try to jump in.
My boy punches beardo in the face and he goes crying back to his friends and they dispurse. Turns out my services aren’t needed.
We declare ourselves king of the Dave Mathews concert and go home.
So maybe out of all this a couple of guys got wrestled a bit and one or two dudes got a sore lip for the next couple of days. (although Beardos head exploded like a watermellon the way my friend tells it).
Actually, it’s music of any genre from any era played by artists from Texas. At least that’s what it was last time I heard it. I’m pretty much 99% 102.1 and hardly ever venture out to that edge of the dial so I don’t know if that’s even their current format. I heard it maybe two or three years ago on a trip back from Austin in which I forgot to stock some good CDs in the car before leaving. I didn’t even realize at first it was a Dallas station I’d picked up since I was still down around Hillsboro. They were playing some really, uh, interesting music at the time - sounded like 40s or 50s country. I thought I was in a time warp. I encountered it again a few weeks later when driving around with my sister and realized it was the “Hillsboro” station I had been listening to.
So it’s country AND western?