“Release,” I said.
“Wash,” my husband, Ricardo, declared as he kept an eye on the stage at Berlin’s impressive amphitheater, Waldbuhne, built over 80 years ago as home to the 1936 Olympics and a Nazi propaganda tool.
The first band I 'followed' was the Grateful Dead back in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s.
The spotlights blasted the stage and we saw familiar figures in their usual places at drums, guitars, keyboards. As we waited to see which of their 110 songs Pearl Jam would start the concert with, I looked over the thousands of expectant heads in front of me. Then came the opening strains of the song “Wash.” The sweaty crowd erupted. I looked over at my husband, who has innate talent for picking opening songs, and smirked.
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