By eight o'clock that evening, nine thousand five hundred fans filled the natural sandstone amphitheater of Red Rocks. As the twilight deepened into velvet indigo, a distant, dry autumn thunderstorm swept across the eastern plains of Denver, flashing silent sheets of violet and silver lightning across the distant horizon, creating an electrifying natural backdrop that framed the concert in mythical grandeur. Behind the Front-of-House console situated halfway up the mountain…
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