I got to dig Bjork at Red Rocks (Morrison, Colorado) last week. Rocky mountain high, icelandic punk vocals, flag raising, 10 of her beautiful countrywomen with French horns, and one rad Disc Jockey that would occasionally turn the show into something resembling a rave - these are the elements of which all concerts should be made. Nothing could have been tightened, save for when I locked the keys in the trunk at the end of the show. Declare independence! Bjork on!
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