I’m all about creating memories, a whole bank of them to draw on when I am old and on my stoop sipping a whisky sour for breakfast to stave off the pain of arthritis.
Without the goal of explaining love we wouldn’t have most of the Beatles oeuvre or Sidney Carton’s wretched lines of sacrifice, and Shakespeare would have been an unhappy farmer.
Thoroughly drenched in notes I walked out into the late summer night appreciating that I have had the privilege of being there, it is one of the music world’s great shows.
Loading...