Lost and Found at Red Rocks

Or how I learned to stop dismissing and love more songs

My work as a writer and lecturer takes me to concerts in some marvelous settings.

In a former underground water cistern turned archeological museum in Istanbul.

At an ancient Roman amphitheater so acoustically perfect that every onstage whisper was clear from the highest seat.

On a boat anchored in a Brazilian bay with the audience floating or swimming i…