As the music’s final notes disappeared into the steep walls surrounding Poudre Canyon, they were replaced by a new sound. Cheering. But not your obligatory
Oh, the show’s over so I should clap now type of cheering. This was heartfelt and raw.
Michael Morgenstern shook his head in amazement. From his perch behind the lighting console at the Mishawaka Amphitheatre the famed venue tucked a few sharp bends up the Poudre River from Fort Collins the audiovisual engineer was working his seventh concert in ten days, including Halloween. This November 7 spectacle was the penultimate performance of an eight-show run, and every night the small crowds just over 100 people socially distanced around tables and huddled by fire pits to keep warm had danced and cheered with abandon. Only tonight their adulation seemed next-level. The crowd was going completely nuts. Then again, he’d seen similar reactions many times while collaborating with the headliner: Everyone goes nuts for CloZe