This is Red Rocks Ampitheater, a few miles outside of Denver. But you can just call this place Red Rocks.
The first thing you'll notice are those sandstone rocks. They're taller than Niagara Falls. And they've been here since, well, forever.
They built a stage here in 1947. There isn't another place like this on Earth, an amphitheater with these rocks and this kind of design. It just exists, naturally, here in the foothills of Colorado.
As long as there's been a stage at Red Rocks, there's been music. Because there's something about those rocks that produces perfect sound.
And the history here is incredible. How many stages can say that they've hosted Igor Stravinsky and also the Dead? The Mormon Tabernacle Choir one week, and the Flaming Lips the next?
They've all played here, because the sound at Red Rocks is like no other. Red Rocks takes a song and makes it transcendent.
Red Rocks takes a band and turns them into gods.
Red Rocks takes a concert and turns it into a quasi-religious experience.
And it doesn't really matter who you see. It could be the String Cheese Incident. It could be Erykah Badu, or the Goo Goo Dolls. All that matters is that you go.
You look out at those gorgeous rocks.
You look out over that crowd, up at that big western sky.
You let the music take over. You let Red Rocks take over.
And if you haven't been? Well, make it your goal to get to a show at Red Rocks. This time next year, promise yourself that you'll have experienced the magic of Red Rocks for yourself.
Promise yourself: Next year in Colorado. Next year at Red Rocks.
