There was a time when someone sang, "squeeze my lemon 'til the juice runs down my leg," you grokked the meaning straight away. Double entendre thinly veiled. Today, we hear sung stuff like "sometimes a Jimi Thing slides my way and keeps me swinging." What the hell is a Jimi Thing? Supposedly in England it's a condom. Who knows what Dave Matthews wants it to be. But holy smokes this music rocks. I have a lot of time on my paws waiting for Master to come home from work, which lately I use to wade through his CD collection. Sadly, I don't suppose anybody of DMB's caliber will grace one of our Podunk venues here in the Last Frontier. And to think Master said he didn't care for DMB when he first heard them booming over speakers in the back of a fifteen passenger van during a bike tour in -- guess where? -- Alaska. Where was his mind at!
Carry on.