I remember many random things from many random occasions and the one constant I remember about going to a DMB concert is that it's always gorgeous out. Oh, okay. There are two constants. It's always gorgeous out and it always smells like marijuana.
Other "inevitables": I give myself a crash course in DMB music in the days leading up to the concert. Once the big day comes, I'm always drinking out of a red plastic cup in a parking lot. Finally, I always have the best time.
A perfect spring or summer day seems to transport me to a DMB tailgate in Mansfield or Foxboro or Hartford.
See? Wikipedia knows! "The band is known for their annual summer-long tours of the US and Europe, featuring lengthy improvisational renditions of their songs, accompanied by an elaborate video and lighting show."
It's not that I don't like DMB when there are leaves or snow on the ground but, to me, it just sounds different. It's seasonal, almost. From Thanksgiving to New Year's Day, I listen to Christmas music and from Memorial Day to Labor Day, it's Under The Table And Dreaming, Stay and Proudest Monkey for me.
I haven't been to a DMB show in a few years so I'm really excited to see them when I visit San Diego in September...post-Labor Day. I realize this is pushing the DMB season a bit but, hey, it's in San Diego. I don't want to jinx it or anything but, chances are, the weather will be decent.
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