It was a pure, perfect night. The air was warm, the breeze, refreshing. A little short of sultry, but just barely. The moon was almost full. It didn’t rain.
Yes, the perfect night for an outdoor concert. Elvis Costello under the stars, a music hero of mine form the first day in 1981 that I danced (pogo’ed actually) to his first album at a Winnipeg social. But I will stop gushing like a 12 year old girl at a Jonas Brothers gig, and just show you.
Still got that magic at 50+ years old! (I got home at 1:00 am and of course had to look at them all up close, got to bed at 2:15 and had to get up far too early so I will put more up shortly. )
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