Dave Matthews
Dave Matthews
David John "Dave" Matthews (born January 9, 1967 is a South African-American singer-songwriter, musician and actor, best known as the lead vocalist, songwriter, and guitarist for the Dave Matthews Band. Matthews was born in Johannesburg, South Africa, and lived in both South Africa and the United States while growing up. Matthews mainly plays acoustic guitar, which he started playing at the age of nine...
NationalitySouth African
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth9 January 1967
CityJohannesburg, South Africa
I fear that our true motivation is about oil and our own flailing economy; about the failure to destroy Al Qaeda and about revenge.
I don't think socialism, and I don't think warmness and respect are necessarily bad words.
I'm a fairly tormented artist, and I'm less willing to indulge myself in self-pity, outside of songwriting.
I'm a bit of a caveman - I don't go out into the digital space very often. I lie facedown on the grass and count how many bugs I can find.
I'm familiar with that feeling of silence that comes with a very imminent catastrophe, when you know you have absolutely no control over a situation.
Good music is good music, and everything else can go to hell.
There's a freedom to being young that is harder to come by as time goes on.
I'm partly obsessed by aging gracefully.
We look to our leaders once we elect them to either lead us in the right direction or at least not crush us.
I think I am a very kind person. I think I'm joyful, but I could be kinder and I could be more joyful. I do believe peace is a state of grace, and not the absence of violence.
She feels like kicking out all the windows And setting fire to this life She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright But all the colors mix together - to grey
Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set Spot in the middle Static fade, statistic bit And soon I fade away, fade away
I walk into this room All eyes on me now But I do not know the people inside Look straight through me these eyes Seeking more wisdom Than I have to give away
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 We all do it the same way