The summer storm passed as quickly as it came, and with the soft lights of the setting sun filling the valley, Gary grabs his guitar and strums out sweet love to the hypnotized audience.

Some danced, most though sat back on the lawn and let the rhythm take hold, the riffs floating out into the night sky.

It’s all I wanted for my night with Gary Clark Jr, my Jimi Hendrix of this millenium.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?

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