Arizona vs. Milwaukee
I think we all have at least one friend who delighted, nay thrived, in his discovery of bands no one else had ever heard of, CDs no one else owned, and performances no one else had seen. The Dave Mathews Band used to perform regularly in my brother’s fraternity house at the University of Virginia in the early ‘90s. I’d get calls from him saying, “Joey you have to see this band. It’s a rock band with a violinist! They’re fantastic.” Yet, when The Dave Mathews Band signed with a national label and started releasing albums a couple of years later, my brother never bought one. He muttered something to the effect of “they’ve changed,” and roll his eyes as I’d start singing Ants Marching off-key.