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Watching the concert from the stageside was safe and comfortable. They could sing, dance, take pictures or film, even have a beer or a snack while at it. But it only made Silvia, Claudia and Jo swear that they would be back to the pit against the fence the next night, because now they knew what they were missing from that nice comfy spot.
Jim seemed to be especially inspired that night, driving the audience crazy to the extent of frenzy, and letting them infect him. He hardly played his guitar on the second half of the show. He surfed the crowd, walked among them, climbed up a sound column to dive into their eager hands, best Eddie Vedder’s style. And people touched him, held him up, kissed him, snatched his jacket, took his mittens away, ripped his tee off. Yet he still asked for more. So the crowd gave him more, and soon some were fighting with the security staff at the fence, trying to reach the stage to stand by his side.
“He’s fucking wild tonigh
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