This past weekend we went to the Dave Matthews Caravan at Randall’s Island. This was the show that was supposed to be on Governor’s Island the weekend that Irene hit.
There was a sense of gratitude amongst the crowd for the rescheduled show. DMB fans are a mellow lot. Walking the grounds, taking in the essence of the place, both Gary and I felt the exact same way. This vibe was – to quote David Byrne – same as it ever was.
The vendors sold the same beads, crystals, t-shirts and leather crafts that they did 30+ years ago. People were dressed pretty much the way they were when we were younger. The crowd still came to hear the music, hang with friends and be outside to soak in what makes them feel alive. Sure we were the people that a young couple came up to inquiring where the medical tent was; hell, we were the parents for g-d sake! But for the most part if I closed my eyes I could have been my daughter’s age.
And with her standing next to me, sharing the music, I was content as I could be. In these times when things move so fast and nothing ever seems to ever stay… the same, it was damn nice to feel like things were…
Same As It Ever Was.
i could cry but i don't have time 
Good job capturing the feel of the concert. When I read the title, I thought of the Talking Heads…:) It seems I was right (I do not get to say that often).
I know exactly what you mean when you say, “But for the most part if I closed my eyes I could have been my daughter’s age.”
And you deserve that! You deserve to forget life for a little while and bask in the music.
Thank you for sharing.
You are welcome, Darlene. I agree, sometimes it is best not to act your age. Wait, that is most of the time for me. ; )