DJ: Hilary
Station: Star94.1 FM
Shift: 10:00 a.m.·3:00 p.m., Monday·

Friday Seeing the Dave Matthews Band at Coors Amphitheatre has become a summer ritual in San Diego. At least for meat least it was for a few summers, a few summers ago. It's a great live show; lots of jamming, which I love. They go on at sunset, I'm sippin' on a $12 beer, life is good. In the summer of '99, I ended up with great seats, about 15th row. I couldn't wait. Beer in hand, sun setting, Dave rolls out and starts the show. And then it started. It was as if she was birthing a pony, right there in front of us -- birthing a shetland pony while being eaten alive. The woman standing directly in front of us unleashed a torrent of hysterical screeching that was borderline inhuman. It was almost impressive. She screamed the lyrics, she screamed for Dave to look at her, she screamed before, during, and after each song. She screamed like a train whistle and then screamed to celebrate her own screaming. Not wanting to give up our awesome seats, we asked her to mellow out, to no avail. We lasted about four songs before we found new seats.

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