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Tag: Music

The Once and Future Fan

I was a 16-year-old high school student when I first discovered a local Charlottesville band called The Dave Matthews Band. I quickly became one of the many original fans, going to see them every Tuesday night at a local club. By the time they made it big, I had moved on. Fifteen years later the band returned to town, and I talked to some new fans to try and find out where my passion had gone. Published in C-VILLE on 9/18/2006.

Flyer from the now defunct Charlottesville nightclub Trax, back when the Dave Matthews Band used to play there every Tuesday night.

I didn’t want to like the Dave Matthews Band. In fact I tried hard not to. It was late 1991, I was 16 and a friend of mine told me about a friend of hers, Stefan, who went to Tandem and was in this band and we should seriously go see them. Right. Like I was going to go see a high school band. I already had a favorite local band, Indecision, and they were good, at least good enough to shuffle your feet to while holding a beer and looking around to see if anyone was laughing at you. But then someone else told me that I really had to go see this band, and so I did, early in 1992, at Trax, and that was the end of my interest in any other local music. It was the beginning of my love affair with the Dave Matthews Band, a love affair that would last for three intense and crazy years before it almost, but not quite, faded away. It seems now that there are no traces left of the old Dave Matthews Band, and yet, DMB is everywhere.

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The Devil Went Down to FloydFest

Published in C-VILLE, 7/28/2009.

Photo by Ashley Twiggs

It’s so much easier being a hippy these days. Case in point: FloydFest, a four-day summer music festival held just off the Blue Ridge Parkway, near Floyd, VA.  Instead of Woodstock’s food shortages of 40 years ago, FloydFesters face a stupefying abundance of choices: local, grass-fed burgers, tempeh reubens, Thai coconut curry and, yes, sushi. Some of the food tents at FloydFest have kitchens larger than entire New York restaurants. Indeed, in the list of modern miracles that our hi-tech world has wrought, the ability to create a small, yet fully functioning and relatively comfortable city in the middle of nowhere, hold a four-day party, and then pack it up and leave, has got to rank pretty high. Read the rest of the story.

The Smiths is Dead

Or, how soon is a little bit late?

A review of Girlfriend in a Coma, a Smiths cover band. Printed in C-VILLE 3/4/2008.

A little before 6pm Friday night, walking up Third Street Downtown, I see a man who looks a lot like Morrissey getting out of a Hyundai Santa Fe. His hair is styled in a proper Teddy Boy quiff and he’s wearing a very British duffel coat, the kind Paddington Bear always wore. If I squint, it could almost be the iconic, adored, former front man for The Smiths, but it’s not, it’s the lead singer forGirlfriend in a Coma, a Smiths/Morrissey tribute band from Baltimore. It’s cold and getting dark as he slings a hanger with a sport coat and silk shirt over his shoulder and heads down to Gravity Lounge to begin pretending to be a legend. Read the rest of this entry »

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