Beating of the drums leading guitars in measures of melodies,
taunting and establishing themselves in a star-filled evening
here at Desert Ridge Mall.
Having a great time while listening to the band, hearing songs
of love, life, humanity and lost love, all of them registering
with this mind and heart.
Feelings and emotions crowding around, justifying the insist-
ence of musical rhythms as they are shared in the night.
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