And that part? Impeccable. I will gripe about the prices at the Moody Amphitheater until I die, but listening to someone like this from a nice little patch of grass is just a wonderful thing. We went and got full of good German food from Scholtz's, as well as a few tasty German brews, and then wandered over to the hillside to semi-sorta pay attention to my man Josh as he stalked around the stage and sang some pretty stuff.
I know that stance is not what a true music writer nerd should be going with. I ought to be describing the setlist and the cut of his suit and how his band backed him up. But I honestly didn't pay attention to any of that and I just basked in the pleasure of a steamy Austin evening and some nice tunes.
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