I’ve never been to a bad Dave Matthews Band show. I’ve just been to really good ones.
Saturday’s show at West Palm Beach was the night of jams. Was it for LeRoi? Was it for the new album? Or was it just because Dave, Boyd, Stefan, Carter, and Tim — yes, Tim Reynolds: for the entire set — fed off the crowd and each other’s energy? That type of energy you can’t manufacture. That energy comes with near 20 years of playing together; that compatibility comes with founding members as still current members 18 years of their first show — a feat that few bands can achieve; that passion comes with overwhelming respect for other band mates’ ability on their instrument of choice.
That energy makes a good band.
This wasn’t a concert for the fair-weather fan. This wasn’t a concert for newbies. This was a concert for those that have stuck by the band through solo albums, standard studio albums, and founding member’s deaths. This was a concert thanking those fans with 20-minute jam sessions of So Much to Say, Cornbread, Lie in Our Graves, and Two Step.
Boyd Tinsley set the tone for the night with violin skills I didn’t know existed in Warehouse. Carter Beauford took it to the next level when he kicked in the all-too-familar beats of Ants Marching. But, I’ve never seen a group of people more happy than when Tim and Stefan killed it during Crush.
It didn’t even matter that we spent more time in the 8-hour, roundtrip carride than we did in the actual concert itself. It didn’t even matter they played a 3-hour set when he could have played for 6 — the crowd wouldn’t have even noticed. It didn’t even matter that a small hurrcaine pummeled through south Florida Saturday night and the entire lawn resembled one giant poncho.
In fact, I think it made it better.




Four years after 