My Lost Love

my soul weeps for the loss of my love. Oh, Dave...where have you gone? anyone who knows me knows that i LOVED Dave Matthews. However, these days...ugh. I think my feelings are epitomized in this article.

i was running my errands today and was sitting at a light and thought i'd heard Dave on the radio. it was a song i'd never heard and figured it was off of his newest, and wackest, album to date- Everyday included- and to my great horror it was John Mayer. now, i like John Mayer. i don't expect great things from him, but for what he has to offer i think he's good. clearly, John has been influenced by Dave and so that's where some of the confusion came in.

the point is that i have lowered my expectations of Dave to the point to where his music is interchangeable with John Mayer. that's not a good look.

Andrea and i were talking about the bands we love fading away. she's a huge Korn fan, but hasn't heard anything really recent by then. i think when they did the cover of...oh, what was it?...Word Up by Cameo that her attention started to wane.

each of our bands were important to us. i discovered Dave when i was living in the Ukraine, for the second time, and was completely alone for 6 months. i lived in a house that spoke almost no English and anyone i met was either enamored by the fact i was American and wanted an American "friend" or wanted to practice their English. he was my saving grace in the spring of 2000 and was with me until, basically, last year.

now? Je-sus! he's barely tolerable. i personally think he over uses the saxophone.

--just to drive the point home. i was looking for the free copy of his last CD, which i haven't even listened to, to find out the name of his saxophonist and i can't even find the cd.--

i think his name is Leroi. i can appreciate the sax in a lot of the jam sessions. i mean, let's face it, they've managed to have a fiddle, flute, and violin in the band. the flute is rarely used and Boyd plays the hell out of the fiddle and violin. dude is fucking diesel. few things say light rock and dentist office like smooth jazz...and, yup, the saxophone.

let's say that Dave is on the St. Louis, MO. side of the mighty Mississippi and elevator music lives across the rushing, muddy waters in Brooklyn, IL. Leroi and his saxophone are the bridge. at this point, Dave has reinforced his bridge with titanium rods, built a bike route, supplied guard rails and mile markers to Wackville.