And Foster sang to us, like a fallen angel, from above. He was backlit and his front was cast in obscuring shadow as raw emotion dripped from his compelling voice and cast a spell over every captivated onlooker.
I had the feeling we were watching magic happen and chills wove their way down my spine, perking my n*****s and making me shiver.
This was a once in a lifetime experience.
The Infidels were so tuned to one another and to their instruments that it was like they were Zen Masters of music and we were all a part of something special and amazing.
And then it ended.
Time practically stopped as the deafening silence of a mute crowd stretched for nearly ten seconds. Tension mounted and breaths were held. Then, all of a sudden, the spell was broken and the crowd erupted, as if on cue,
