Crip Mathews?

We go BMX'n yesterday down at Seatac and since we're down there end up over at Burian Sk8 park. This is South Seattle too, pretty ghetto. The houses all have bars on the windows for the most part, but it's always been cool when we're there. Till this time. As I'm unpacking the Burban this trashy Mom rolls up with two skinny ass teenager kids that are running some stupid arm tats. She starts yelling into the park "MIKEY, Mikey, who's the motherfucker that was pushing my boy on the ground!!!???" Mikey is this 18ish year old kid, sagged pants, skating his ass off. The kid that pushed the little kid down gets a verbal reprimand but then Mom and Mikey get into it. She starts heckling him then all of a sudden home boy starts tripping. He pulls his shirt up and show her his stomach that's got tat's across it and goes "What's up!!! What you think about this BITCH! West Side mother fucker, this is CRIP territory." I look at Milo, who's horrified and go "time to go." Guns were about to come out. And off we go to Greenlake. Milo starts skating and Mac goes over to the BMX jumps. He's all alone except for this older dude (my age) and his little 2 year old kid. Older dude compliments Mac on his Evil Knievel skills and we greet each other, then throw out some small talk. I'm looking at him thinking I know him and then it hits as we're walking away. It's Dave Mathews. I go to Milo "see that dude that was talking to your brother? He's a very famous singer." "Oh really, what kind of music does he sing? Is it like Pennywise?" "Uh no, more like Jack Johnson." "Oh...folk music. Cool."