Saturday started out with the residual natural high that one could only experience from live music that had lifted spirits the night before.  Walking into Zilker park you could hear different sounds floating around from all different directions.  The Very Best was belting out reggae tunes while

It seems like I have been on a huge My Morning Jacket kick since I first saw them at the Bonnaroo Music Festival in 2003. Then, their epic performance in the pouring rain the following year made me a real die hard fan. They seemed to etch their names into fame through the Bonnaroo vehicle as ten of thousands of fans have grown to love the Louisville, Kentucky rock band.

Perhaps the greatest thing about music is that it knows no restraints.  Musicians explore this vast territory to varying degrees, and with varying levels of success.  Some choose to specify, and others choose to generalize.  The term "genre" has less and less significance all the time, obvious when you look at the staggering number of sub-niche's we need to describe just rock and roll.  Alternative, progressive, pop, punk, funk, fusion, indie, etc., etc.

Few venues in the world are finer places to see live music than Red Rocks Amphitheater in Morrison, Colorado.  On a clear summer night under a bright moon with a cool breeze, few places are finer to be, period.  It is a venue ideally suited to big sounds and bright lights, as both of these will inevitably play upon and dance between the sheer vertical red stone cliff faces.  True fans, and it doesn't matter of whom, show up early and tail gate in the parking lots, soaking up the sun and self-medicating themse