A nice chap from Seattle came to stay on the island a few years ago, with a hot yoga wife and three kids.
They came over for supper and drank a lot of tequila. We liked them. We became friends.
A few nights later one of my kids pointed to a film on TV, “Look its him!”
I googled Dave Mathews. Good Lord, this scruffy dude was a mega music star. With a colossal frenetic following and two Grammy awards. How had we not noticed?
Dave came to England to perform a couple of years ago. I took my two eldest boys to see him, even though they were quite little at the time, we went backstage, sat in his changing room and watched the pre-show circus go by.
After a while an assistant ushered us out, “Dave needs to get ready now,” she said in a hushed tone. We went to take our seats. “What do you think he’s going to wear?” asked one of the boys. We had also sat with Mick Jagger before one of his concerts and when the lights went down Mick came out in a sparkling peacock blue shirt undone to the waist and skin tight leather trousers with crocodile boots.
As the Dave Mathews Band concert began, the lights flashed and the auditorium drummed their feet on the ground in excitement and anticipation, and out onto the stage walked Dave, dressed in the same cozy cardigan and jeans that we had just left him in. And I loved him all the more.
Last week whilst I was away David sent me this snap with the words: ‘Dave wants more’ But of what? Tequila or beetle scarves?