When I heard the news of the Sandy Hook Elementary massacre last Friday morning, I was, up until that point, far removed from Newtown, CT. I was on my way to Charlottesville, VA for a weekend of Dave Matthews Band.
My sister and I like to attend at least one Charlottesville show to sort of round out the touring season each year. This year, we had tickets to both shows, but a weekend that was supposed to be filled with joy and mirth was marred with shock, outrage, grief, anguish, and guilt.
During the intermission between opening act The Lumineers and the moment DMB took the stage, my sister turned to me.
“Do you think he’ll mention what happened this morning?”
I did, and he did.