“But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad,
Walk o’er the dew of yon high eastern hill.”
Shakespeare’s Hamlet, (I.i.186-7)
Charlie at Helotes Saturday night. What surprised me was that there was no backstage pass for me, and that the crowd itself was pretty tiny.
It was cool out, and as the moon was rising, trailing along behind Jupiter, thin clouds scudding by. Almost chilly, undero the trees in Helotes.
CR loped through his set, the encore, and he was relaxed about what he was doing. Felt genuine, in a South Texas, west of San Antonio kind of way.
Part of the closing banter was about growing up in Bandera, 40 miles west of San Antonio. And, at the time, San Antonio was a metal capital – heavy metal music. Always has been an odd association. But it fits.
Laeti edimus qui nos subigant!
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