This guitar is weeping, but not gently
I saw The Wizard, the true star, although not playing the album of that name.
I saw Arena rock a hall that was not an arena. But it rocked.
I saw Prarie Prince and Kasim Sulton – two performers I’ve seen countless times over the years – deliver in spades like time had stood still.
I saw The PowerPop National Anthem played live six feet in front of me.
I saw the light in his eyes.
Do not miss this tour. I’m filing my post-concert report for Blurt, so keep your eyes peeled for the full review.
Sixty is the new forty
