Last Tuesday Erin fond out that Dave Matthews Band was going to be playing SBC Park on Friday with the Black Eyed Peas opening. She went nuts and started bidding on tickets on eBay immediately, and so it was that Friday morning at 11am our kindly neighborhood postal delivery woman handed me a Priority Mail envelope worth $125. The tickets were on the field, stage left, two sections from the front of the stage. We took the CalTrain up to the city and got there around 5:45p. We ate some food and then went out to our seats.
The stadium was pretty empty as the BEPs came out; I guess San Francisco operates on Judd Standard Time. They put on a great opening set, and I drank my first two of many beers of the night. From seven until eight we sat around and watched the place fill, and then at around 8:15p DMB came out on stage.
I don’t remember the exact set list, but it was pretty even between old stuff we did know and new stuff we didn’t for the first 3 hours or so. The problem: the last train left SF at 12:01a, and the only train before that went at 10:00p. We looked around at the thousands and thousands of people who came by train and saud “we’d better get there before they do.” The band was still going strong when we left at around 11:00, and I’m not sure when they eventually got done.
I had a really good time, though Erin declared it a bit “mellow” for her tastes. The two guys next to us were your typical 19 year old DMB fans. They were so-so until they lit up about halfway through the show. Then they were dancing like they were at a rave, and every tmie one of the band members’ faces came up on the monitors they’d scream: “Boyd! Wooooooooo!” or “CARRRRRTTTTER! WOOOOOOOOO!” The two girls on the other side of us bought two beers each, and the one next to me set her beer down in front of her. Every time someone entered or exited the row she would yell, “WATCH OUT! There a beer RIGHT HERE!” and point down towards the beer. Most of the crowd was sympathetic to her protecting ehr alcohol at all costs, except for one older lady who was dressed far too well to be at a Dave Matthews concert. She barged through to get to her seat and kicked the beer through the air, then was only mildy sorry to the girsl who were screaming. I think what amused me at the time is that literally seconds before the lady kicked it, I was joking around and pretending to kick it, which provoked mock outrage from the girls: mock outrage soon followed by real, genuine-article outrage.