They played "I'm your Captain...., I'm your Captain...., and I'm feeling kinda sick". We all sang along. They played for 90 minutes. In the middle of the concert, a 50ish something female hippie walked by and pulled down her top. Did a little split second massage of her nipples, pulled her top back up and walked on by. Good times.
Only in Colorado.....Don't think I'll have any problem getting Bruce back up for Thursdays concerts. We may be in our sixties but the fun doesn't have to end. AND...he can hear the music!
And while the signs all said "No smoking" weed was detected in the air.
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