its waldo's slut!"
Why do I get the feeling you would do more for Dave Mathews than I would do for Waldo?...

I can just see you guys now, at a DMB convention, everyone with a close-cropped brush cut, folk guitars in hand, the room filled with incoherent mumbling, everyone singing like they swallowed a box of mothballs...
Then HE (Yes...HE) walks in the room...There is a collective silence, then a few scattered gasps...Then sheer bliss fills the air, as hundreds of guys in blue jeans and Ambercrombie-Fitch sweatshirts throw themselves at his feet....Many are taking the guitar polish cloth out of their cases, and jostle feverishly for position to shine HIS shoes with it.
Then HE throws back HIS head, basking in the glory that is HE.
And then...HE opens HIS mouth to speak to the MathHeads, many who have traveled thousands of miles and many days of trials just to touch HIS guitar case...
HE speaks...
No one in the room understands a word that HE has said, but they play along in sheer adulation, as they have for so many albums and CD's...
They BELIEVE they understand what HE is saying, and that is all that matters right now.
Then...HE farts...
There is another silence in the room..
Everyone looks at each other...
Then there is a surge of bodies in a forward motion, each jockeying closer to where this aroma comes from...What can it mean, they wonder?
Some see it as a sign of coming songs, others as a statement of man's inhumanity towards man...
Nonetheless..They all breathe deeply, taking in this curious mix of inspiration and intestinal fortitude which cometh deep from the bowels on HIM.
Then, in a flash of glory....HE is gone.
All that is left in the room is a sense of euphoria, and that something special just happened, other than the rather Mexican-Smelling fart that was left behind from a recent visit to a Taco Bell...
Nonetheless...The masses are now rushing home, everyone on a unified mission to study HIS scriptures and meet back here again on Monday to discuss exactly how HE pulled off that diminished chord in a sea of sevenths...And they will not cease until they have done so as well.
There are many fender-benders in the parking lot, as many in the crowd have just received their driver's liscenses for their 16th birhdays, as well as the SUV their parents promised them for getting that "A" in Science.
And there is a sudden surge in the sale of Dockers, and everyone has a good night's rest, knowing the day was spent the way HE would want it!
