By seven-thirty on Tuesday evening, Bolton Canyon was bathed in the warm, indigo twilight of a Southern California autumn. The Hollywood Bowl had transformed into an awe-inspiring amphitheater of light, sound, and raw human emotion. Seventeen thousand five hundred spectators packed the venue from the front garden pool boxes to the highest wooden bench tier on the hillside ridge, a glowing galaxy of smartphone torches and illuminated tour merchandise. High…
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