It was still dark when I got there.
Kids lined up outside the entrance, in sleeping bags under the Colorado sky.
The middle of the 2nd night for 21 Pilots.
“All my friends are heathens take it slow, wait for them to ask you who you know – please don’t make any sudden moves, you don’t know the half of the abused,”
The “us and them” theme of rock misc.
Now I’m them – I’m too old – I’m too slow – I’m the establishment – I’m done…….
I’m at Red Rocks
Sunrise – the sleeping bag kids sit up on the hill and face the light as the earth turns.
A ride we are on – this rock hurling through space and spinning our time away.
I’m ok – somehow, I’m ok
Now with the day started ~ the yoga and gym people arrive – they are using this arena to workout, to physically connect – the temple is their body – they are worshiping all around me.
I’m taking some shots with my camera – I’m happy to be here – I feel like I’m in the middle of a wildlife special – watching the locals interact with their environment – just a visitor – just a stranger.
Red Rocks is a wonder of rock music.
I’m full of wonder.
Notes: In Denver on our way back from a trip to the black hills of South Dakota (more on this later) – had to get up at 3 am to fit this site in and work it around our flight home – plan to get back for a show sometime. I have more pictures, this is my favorite taken with an iPhone.