dave matthews and sweat
my ears are ringing. one of them actually kind of hurts. i'm waiting for my laundry to dry. it's a dreary chilly day in west michigan. i have not posted on this blog since march.
i've never enjoyed being hot. when i was younger my mother would say i got 'benauwd' in the heat. benauwd is dutch for 'uncomfortable or constricted or put out.' that word along with a few others like it are the only remnants of my ancestral heritage. i'm not dutch. i'm american. anyway, i hate being hot when the occasion doesn't call for it or when i'm not prepared for it wardrobe or otherwise. i don't mind being hot when i'm at the beach in a swimsuit or running around my neighborhood in a pair of gym shorts. i hate being hot when i'm wearing a pretty outfit and i have makeup on and my hair is down and it's all getting ruined by the beads of sweat pouring down my face and back. that's when i get benauwd. there's one exception to this rule, however.
last summer sarah and i were in wisconsin in early august and it was hot. 94 degrees hot and humid and sunny. the kind of day i'd usually refuse to do anything but lie on a couch in an air conditioned room. we had tickets in the upper pavilion - the uncovered part of the alpine valley music theatre. i was wearing cropped jeans and one of those strapless smocked peasant top thingys with cherries on it. standing in the middle of thousands of other hot sweaty hippie wannabes. not complaining as i attempted to peel the denim away from my sticky summer skin. but jumping around and cheering as dave strapped the 12-string to his chest. cuz we all know what song they're about to play when dave picks up the 12-string. just like we know what song they're about to play when leroi picks up his baritone sax or dave decides to mention that steffan lessard plays bass for the dave matthews band as if we weren't already aware of the fact and screaming 'watchtower' at the top of our lungs. it's not possible to get benauwd at a dave concert. it's not possible to be much of anything at a dave concert but sublimely happy. even as you feel the sweat drench the back of your shirt or drip off the bottom of your chin.
i've never enjoyed being hot. when i was younger my mother would say i got 'benauwd' in the heat. benauwd is dutch for 'uncomfortable or constricted or put out.' that word along with a few others like it are the only remnants of my ancestral heritage. i'm not dutch. i'm american. anyway, i hate being hot when the occasion doesn't call for it or when i'm not prepared for it wardrobe or otherwise. i don't mind being hot when i'm at the beach in a swimsuit or running around my neighborhood in a pair of gym shorts. i hate being hot when i'm wearing a pretty outfit and i have makeup on and my hair is down and it's all getting ruined by the beads of sweat pouring down my face and back. that's when i get benauwd. there's one exception to this rule, however.
last summer sarah and i were in wisconsin in early august and it was hot. 94 degrees hot and humid and sunny. the kind of day i'd usually refuse to do anything but lie on a couch in an air conditioned room. we had tickets in the upper pavilion - the uncovered part of the alpine valley music theatre. i was wearing cropped jeans and one of those strapless smocked peasant top thingys with cherries on it. standing in the middle of thousands of other hot sweaty hippie wannabes. not complaining as i attempted to peel the denim away from my sticky summer skin. but jumping around and cheering as dave strapped the 12-string to his chest. cuz we all know what song they're about to play when dave picks up the 12-string. just like we know what song they're about to play when leroi picks up his baritone sax or dave decides to mention that steffan lessard plays bass for the dave matthews band as if we weren't already aware of the fact and screaming 'watchtower' at the top of our lungs. it's not possible to get benauwd at a dave concert. it's not possible to be much of anything at a dave concert but sublimely happy. even as you feel the sweat drench the back of your shirt or drip off the bottom of your chin.
posted by sara at 12:44 PM
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