I’m just a passing fan of Dave Matthews and the Dave Matthews Band, but I enjoyed Steve Heisler’s blog entry defending the man and his band:

But the source of my shame is that DMB is reviled among music aficionados, and their reasons are numerous: Frat parties and cornhole-fueled cookouts pump “Ants Marching” and “Satellite” almost nonstop; the band allows fans to record live shows and trade them around, which means 150 zillion identical versions of “Jimi Thing” are floating around to annoy road-trip passengers; and any newbie guitar player looking to get laid will likely break out the first few wussy-sounding notes of “Crash Into Me” in a public setting. And I haven’t even gotten to the fact that in 2004, DMB’s tour-bus driver dumped gallons of urine and feces onto the porous Kinzie Street bridge—just as an architecture tour boat was rumbling by underneath.

So, it’s understandable why some people have a visceral reaction when the South African musician is merely mentioned, but it’s still somewhat of a mystery why people unfamiliar with his music claim to hate everything he and his band have done. Before using DMB as a qualifier for how lame you think something is, here are a few defensible moments in Dave Matthews’ career.

Hehe, I’d forgotten about that awful “gallons of urine and feces” incident. Yuck.