When the world ends, collect your crappy album you're coming with me. Dave Matthews where art thou. OK, maybe he has been bad all along and the very talented people behind him drowned that factoid out. Maybe parenting has made him soft. Maybe he rocked the ganja a little too hard. Whatever the case is, this solo album is awful. Really, sucks doesn't even do it justice, but its the only word that comes to mind right now. I'm usually not lost for words. I was willing to let the ho hum "Everyday" slide by, but come on...worse yet, Trey Anastasio gave this thing his seal of approval. You both can do better than THIS.