pic courtesy: Prachi

It's difficult not to gush. But I think I've done my share at the gig. Grateful Dead, I expected. Neil Young (woohoo!) and Dylan had to be. B.B. King was a pleasant surprise as was Dave Matthews Band. But Tin Pan Alley kind of fucked you beyond repair. Oh shit. Oh double shit.

But I think the originals were what made this gig super-special. Guitar, poetry and a voice from Heaven. And you wonder why I'm a "helpless" sycophant?

For more - see Rama's blog and Vatsala's blog and Patrick's.