I started to spontaneously bawl, like I am prone to doing when I listen to my boys and then, imagine that, I felt a blog coming on....
The thing about the Dave Matthews Band is that their music is the soundtrack to my life.
I am so grateful to have born in time with Dave, what if I had not been here for this music?
Oh my God tragic beyond words.
The reasons that I love this band are so complex I am fairly certain I couldn't cover it all unless I wrote an emotion based piece on each and every song they have ever recorded.
Each and every song is monumental to me.
Sure Dave is the most powerful lyricist of all time, sure his lyrics are intricate short stories, epiphanies, poems... yeah no doubt there.
But the lyrics are only on piece of the layers and layers and layers that these musicians lay down every time they collaborate.
They all bring something so fantastically beautiful and unique to the table, when it all gets grooved together, this piece here, this piece there - well holy hell its explosive, orgasmic, cosmic even.
Individually they're sounds and styles are so unique that even when all instruments are wailing, you can pick each boy out - hear his flavor loud and clear.
In fact, my body has a hard time figuring out how to move to all the sounds - usually every inch of me is going in a different direction, head is the base, toes are the high hat - heels are the base drum, hips are the sax, fingers are the violin and my shoulders belong to Dave's rhythm guitar...
Forget it when I have to contend with Rashawn's trumpet or with Tim's screaming electric...
I look like I am having a seizure and I don't give a flying fuck, I love the way it feels.
Dave and the boys get to all my shakras - open wide my dear...
Honestly I can't handle it, this music stimulates me in a way that nothing else does and I am positively sure that nothing else ever will move me quite this way.
I have met Dave many times in person - I dare say he and I are cut from the same pattern.
He is as wrong as I am which makes us right in every way - he gets right to the heart of every matter and alike myself, says it clearly and with little regard for how it may, or may not be perceived.
I don't know exactly how I feel about the concept of an all knowing perfect God, but I do believe with the whole of my own heart and soul that if there is a heavenly perfection - this music is what it sounds like.
My piece of heaven here and now for sure.
The music is pure and raw - it elevates.
Just now as I sit typing I noticed how green the trees are, as Dave says "not falling like rolling around" - he makes the colors seem rich, more dense, everything is saturated when he sings.
If Dave is the green of the tree, than carter is my heart beat and Stephan is the pace of the breeze, Boyd is the soaring bird and leroi, well he is the sunshine and all it's glowing warmth.
That's the way it works for me.
And why would you cut the wings of a butterfly if you never flew?
For just a taste you could own me.
Save your sermons for someone who's afraid to love....
I mean really. Really.
Years back, I heard the song #41 for the first time...It is my personal anthem and it is a story of the turmoil and beauty of my existence. That song is me.
I remember the first time I heard it as if it were yesterday - I cried and cried and cried and thought no more perfect piece of music had ever been composed.
It is where I go when I am most alive whether with misery or joy and most especially in the mingling of the two - which BTW is kinda the theme of my life...
I block out the world and get my IPOD and scroll down to which ever version seems most fitting and I go away, as away as a girl can get while still being present and accounted for.
My family, my friends, my children will see me clear as day long after I am gone when they hear that song - I will be a IPOD scroll away from them at all times.
They will see my hips move like fluid at the kitchen sink while I do dishes.
They will see my arms waving above my head in ecstatic joy at all the concerts we have been to together.
They will hear my laughter in the open high rattle.
They will hear my screams in the first brilliant culmination of sounds.
They will hear my voice when Dave sings "I will go in this way and find my own way out"
They will see my smile over and over in Leroi's repeat dadadadada...
And they will remember that I will always bring water, melt into wonder and come praying for them even in the splash of tears when they fall all over them.
Yes, you can find me there.
And just now, say goodbye started....
Never a more perfect beginning to a song - the flute tickles and the drum beat rolls.
Sounds like forbidden sex to me....And that's what is amazing - they make the words come alive, the music sound like sexual desire creeping up heavy.
if I were to be lovers just for tonight, this one night, tangled and twisted up like secret creatures - um yeah this song is what it would sound like I just know it...Ah we kiss and sweat, all we can offer all, tangled tongues and lips - turning and turning for you.
Yeah the song sounds like the passion feels as it rises up uncontrollably in your chest and your heart flips over with anticipation, your lust making you become someone else.
Not that I know or anything...
HOW DO THEY DO THAT???
say ya will....????
Oh I will Dave don't you worry.
A thing or two I have to say here - Oh lover, just for an evening oh lets strip down, trip out at this one evening starts with a kiss and awayyyyy then tomorrow back to being friends - BUT NOW LOVERS - LOVE YOU , just for tonight one night,
love you....and tomorrow say goodbye (high and soft)
YOWZA.
Okay well I could go on and on here - like I said, I could react for pages to each and every song.
I think I should stop before I get too distracted and lose my focus for the remaining day...
Maybe I'm a little crazy - you and me both Dave, you and me both....
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