This past weekend I attended my 34th Dave Matthews Band show. It’s been three years since I last saw him so I was excited to jump back into the annual tradition. There are only three bands I’ll consider seeing live and DMB is one of them. While my fandom has waned from when I first started listening to them in the late 90’s, I feel that I’m pretty much committed to them for the rest of my life. Just like every other Dave show I attend, I had trouble nailing down a plus one to accompany me. Now I’ve already complained about never ever having an easy time finding somebody to go to Dave with me but last week made me look at this problem from another angle.
I saw the film Bart Got A Room last week. It’s your typical prom movie: not wanting to be the date-less loser (because as the title suggests, even the geek Bart got a room and a date), Danny struggles to find the perfect prom date. He tries for the hot sophomore who he drives to and from Cheerleading practice, friends of friends from other schools, any girl he thinks he could get with (because it is after all prom night). He tries all of this while overlooking his best friend Camille, who is practically begging him to take her.
Throughout the entire film he’s searching for the one, the perfect prom date.
I told my friend Katie, who ended up being my last minute concert buddy, that finding a date for DMB is harder than finding a date for the prom. Probably because just like Danny I am always looking for the perfect concert date.
Without giving too much away from the film (it really hit a chord with me- I suggest you all check it out), Danny’s final lines really describe what not only what he got wrong about prom- but what perhaps I am getting wrong as well.
“We can’t choose our memories. The best ones just happen. So what’s the point of trying to create the perfect moment when the perfect moment is right now?”