Knock Out in Madrid!

Guys, I like the boxing metaphor here. Bigsubi, not sure who “impregnated” whom on either side of the stage, but the interaction was great, you´re right. May the plaza, the explorer, and the great Neil Young song referenced by your t-shirt be united forever: Cortes/Cortez lives!

Blueboy, good setlist: the final version of the final song was indeed “definitive.” Slight correction on song 12; It´s called “Atonement” (though some Nashville lawyers might get ahold of it for prosecution purposes, to be sure).

The crowd was feeling it, though song four´s title could have been a personal motto for the two guys in front of me–slight move away and I was in a quieter zone again.

Thanks to Susannah for describing the ponytailed Bigsubi, for easier access: nice to meet him and his wife. The show was listed at 21:00, but when I arrived at five of, Buick 6 had come and gone. The whole concert ended at 22:45, shank of the evening in these parts I was thinking. But no sweat. Will try to arrive earlier in Barcelona so as to stand up front–yet another non reserved seat venue!

Thanks to Eric and Tom, as always.