Today was freaking cold. By the time I arrived to an obscure town formerly known as New Berlin, it was -9'5 C. Even if it is still autumn time in the Northern hemisphere, in this forgotten -for good reasons- location of the Offtarian geography, it feels like the winter has already arrived for good with a generous dose of nasty temperatures.
The only reason to be there was a great concert, which somehow ended up being close to magical. In this phenomenal evening, the "Victim of Love" turned out to be a "Master of Love".
Yes, no other than Charles Bradley was able to make such a miracle happen.
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