Ahh. What a wonderful day this was.
After what was becoming our routine trek through Harlem to get to the festival, we had arrived for the second day of music. The rain had ceded. The clouds were parting. The sun was peaking out from behind them. Today was to be a better day. The crowds could feel it.
Our personal line-up consisted of:
Alt-J
Kings of Leon
Guns n' Roses
We didn't see more bands because we spent several hours before KOL and GnR making sure we'd be front row. And front row we were. And cry we did. And scream at the top of our lungs we could not avoid.
Kings of Leon opened with "Radioactiv" and Caleb melted the hearts of every female in the audience - as expected. Mind blown. Unerasable smiles.
Axl Rose killed it. If his concert was a pig he butchered it. If it was a work of art he framed it in the Louvre. If it were a movie it'd be the second installment of The Godfather. Outrageous. Dirty. Filthy. Phenomenal.
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