I went out last night to see a friend's band play (Triple Door, Seattle), and Dave Matthews was sitting at the table next to mine....I didn't say anything, but how fun/obnoxious/uncomfortable would it have been if I had gone up to him and told him that I lost my virginity w/ the Crash CD playing in the background when I was 17. At least I know what to say next time I see him....we shop at the same grocery store, there might be a next time.