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Goodbye, old friend.

I’ll admit:  I haven’t caught a Dave Matthews Band show since 2003 (although some would argue that was way past their heyday, anyway).  I wouldn’t own their latest album if it wasn’t for a friend sending me the MP3s that he snagged gratis.  When any of the band’s songs sneak onto my iPod’s playlist, I cringe a little and try to decide whether to skip them or endure them.  Their familiar riffs and strums and hums and lyrics that I can recite in my sleep remind me of my crazed obsession with a band that embodied the very essence of mass appeal.

But at one defined moment in time, I truly, truly loved them.

I had never loved a band like I loved Dave Matthews Band, and I haven’t loved a band more than them since.  I saw them perform religiously every summer from 1999 through 2003.  I ordered every album via pre-sale.  I belonged to the fan club.  I participated wildly in the Usenet group, marking the first time that I’d ever met online people in an offline setting.  I hung their posters upon my wall in college…and in law school.  Most women buy clothes, shoes, or makeup with the little they have left over in student loan money.  I bought Dave Matthews Band tickets.  I drove all over the region where I lived in order to catch every single show they were playing in my area.  I followed their tour bus all the way from San Diego to Los Angeles at 2:00 a.m.  I waited in the freezing cold on numerous occasions just to get a glimpse of them at worst, and a picture or autograph at best (I never got either).  I ruthlessly pushed my way to the front row at Madison Square Garden just so I could watch Dave’s fingers fly over the fret.  Oh, and of course, I was most definitely on a first name basis with Dave Matthews.  To me, he was the perfect man.  Quirky, fascinating, well-traveled, intelligent, liberal, international – not to mention inexplicably handsome (in my eyes) – he could do no wrong by me.

I have been described as having admirable taste in music, “except for that neurotic stint with Dave Matthews Band.”  I endure the ridicule of my hysteria to this very day.  But I’m still not ashamed to admit that  Dave Matthews Band, for a significant period in my young(er) adult life, was everything to me.

I might be over it now.  I might have abandoned my blind adoration.  I might have moved on to bigger and more indie things.  But a little – yet significant – part of me died when I heard the news of founding member and saxophonist Leroi Moore’s untimely passing.  For something that formed such a huge part of my more youthful, more carefree life and fueled my passion for music, my heart is a little bit broken today.

A little part of me is gone.  Things will never be the same again.  Rest in peace, Leroi.

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