Minor hijack Alert!
The concert of which I spoke, was at an outdoor amphitheatre, behind the local community college. The students built it, a great earthen bowl, open behind the stage, with a ramp to walk up to the top. After two years of concerts, the bowl, named Gryphon Hollow, fell into disuse, and became a favourite neighbourhood toboggan run. A couple of years ago, the school was tearing the bowl down, to expand the classrooms, and build a residence. I was on the bus route to the college, the day demolition started. When I pulled my bus around to the back of the college, I was just in time to watch the excavator take the first big bite out of the side of the bowl. I stopped the bus, and watched, and shed a tear for the memory of that place. My only passenger was a woman who was about my age, and also watching intently, as the shovel did its work. I looked over, and noticed tracks down both her cheeks. She said to me, "I met my husband at a concert there, many years ago." "I met my wife there, a Guess Who concert." Turns out, both she AND her best friend married young men whom they met at that selfsame concert, and both those couples were still married, as of two years ago.
There really must be "Power in the Music"!