Last Saturday was absurdly perfect for an outdoor concert, even by the high standards of Hollywood Bowl: balmy and windless, with clear skies and a bright waning moon. Above the bright lights of the band shell, stars twinkled. It was a sold-out show, and I had bought my tickets so long ago that I’d forgotten exactly when it was that I decided to spare n…
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