The dollars gathered from coast to coast, herding people to the middles of nowhere. The stages set upon the living fields. Rising high and gently kissing the horizon. The Blazing sun beating down on flesh, but cold drinks are plentiful and flowing. Vampire insects have their fill, and the grass is trampled below the throng. The peace pipes are passed carelessly. Lovingly caressing the lungs of the faithful. Grazing in the pastures of America, providing a joyous occasion the memory of all. The crowd, converging to fill the gap, to see their heroes, flesh and blood. Testing the limits of the human voice, and enjoying their aural orgasms.