Rstone

Wilco, Red Rocks, 15.07.14. It was the beginning of something. Starting routine, handshake drugs and camera, even via Chicago something perfunctory seemed at play, four outstanding guitarists standing front stage with keyboards and drums astern. Evening was beautiful, crowd was unusually high in the oxygen-depleted pungent air of a thousand legal herbs, but otherwise it was a rock concert, loud and rambunctious, but just a rock concert. Then something happened. In the blaring lights and clanging chords of the song that transcends ordinary, the crowd started screaming in sync with the cacophony