

Since I’ve been in high school, my friends and I have enjoyed seeing live music. I have enjoyed mostly rock concerts. I have had the opportunity to see many great bands and artists such as Bob Dylan, Eric Clapton, Sting, Guns N’ Roses, and many others. Different things attract me to different concerts. I love when crowds get fired up and are only interested in getting crazy and having a good time (AC/DC, Pearl Jam). I love seeing and hearing good songs by good musicians (Johnny Lang, Norah Jones). I love the music that reminds me of being a kid (Poison, Aerosmith). Of all the concerts I’ve ever been to, the ones that were the most fun were the ones that I’ve traveled to see with my friends. During my college years, my friends and I have seen the Dave Matthews Band around fifteen times. Some of us have been to more shows than others but at least once a summer we would all be together. The DMB seem to captured all of us the same at the same time. We all loved the music and loved being together and having a good time. Some of us still travel, others have moved on but it was something that we all looked forward to and something that will always have. The one song that represents these times is the song, “Ants Marching.” This was the signature song that the DMB would end their shows with and the song that everyone new the words to. It’s pretty cool to see 40 thousand people all singing the same song. The music was all about love, living for today, and having fun. The theme of the music seemed to fit perfectly for us and many like us.
Ants Marching Lyrics
He wakes up in the morning
Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling
Never changes a thing
The week ends the week begins
She thinks, we look at each other
Wondering what the other is thinking
But we never say a thing
These crimes between us grow deeper
Goes to visit his mommy
She feeds him well his concerns
He forgets them
And remembers being small
Playing under the table and dreaming
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die
Driving in on this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged
No time to exchange
And all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennas waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a
Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss
Program cutting the corners
Loose end, loose end, cut, cut
On the fence, could not to offend
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Take these chances
Place them in a box until a quieter time
Lights down, you up and die