Concert musings, introspective version
May. 24th, 2002 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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The Dave Matthews Band concert on 7.15.99 was one of those eye-opening experiences in my life. It's hard to explain. I never knew you could feel so connected to music, to be swimming in it while you drink it in with all these people on the same shitty-ass racetrack middle next to you, and have a high so profound it takes three days to come off it.
I've been trying to recapture that experience with every concert I've gone to: the Indigo Girls, Travis, Elliott Smith, even Tori Amos. While I have enjoyed all of those concerts immensely, there was never that feeling I was always trying to recapture. I thought for sure that another DMB concert would give me that high I had before.
In case you're wondering, it didn't. I think it occured to me tonight in the middle of Bartender that there was probably a pretty good chance trying to feel that feeling again was a bit of a lost cause. Not that it was that type of concert anyways, with jams galore (although there were many good jams), but rather a more sedate one, with songs from the Lillywhite Sessions (or, the new forthcoming CD) in all their beauty and sadness. It's almost selfish, really, the way I was expecting the band to play for me, instead of letting them do what they do best and for giving me a sorely needed new perspective on the songs, instead of trying to recapture something that they could do once. So why do I feel like I've still lost something?
The Dave Matthews Band concert on 7.15.99 was one of those eye-opening experiences in my life. It's hard to explain. I never knew you could feel so connected to music, to be swimming in it while you drink it in with all these people on the same shitty-ass racetrack middle next to you, and have a high so profound it takes three days to come off it.
I've been trying to recapture that experience with every concert I've gone to: the Indigo Girls, Travis, Elliott Smith, even Tori Amos. While I have enjoyed all of those concerts immensely, there was never that feeling I was always trying to recapture. I thought for sure that another DMB concert would give me that high I had before.
In case you're wondering, it didn't. I think it occured to me tonight in the middle of Bartender that there was probably a pretty good chance trying to feel that feeling again was a bit of a lost cause. Not that it was that type of concert anyways, with jams galore (although there were many good jams), but rather a more sedate one, with songs from the Lillywhite Sessions (or, the new forthcoming CD) in all their beauty and sadness. It's almost selfish, really, the way I was expecting the band to play for me, instead of letting them do what they do best and for giving me a sorely needed new perspective on the songs, instead of trying to recapture something that they could do once. So why do I feel like I've still lost something?
