that's the thing about rock concerts. the sound is authentic, vehemently no miming possible. there are no second voices either emanating from the record system like the compulsory attendance to the kundirana concerts back in the day. but this is pearl jam, one of the best rock bands in the planet, a conjuration of good music and high energy. the beats from the mccready solos were such a thing of beauty, they drove me in silent euphoria in the seats. vedder has the gift of gab, a kind of kinetic charm only few people in this sleb-captivated existence possess. the arena was pitch perfect. we had a good view. some romantic dates are just too good to be true and this was one of them.
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