It seemed like a fairy tale on that day twelve years ago when the remnants of two legendary great bands went on stage before me. It had poured the whole day and afternoon, but right as the first chords to Black Hole Sun where strung the clouds pried open just enough to let a bundle of rays through to enlight the stage and twenty thousand people. And just as the song was over everyone, struck in awe, embraced the returning rain.
Thank you, Chris Cornell, for that special moment and all the ones before.
And my youth I pray to keep.