About half-way through the STP concert, Weiland said, “This next song … you might know it … it’s called Livin’ La Vida Loca … ” and the audience went nutso. The way he and the band were freak-nutting around the stage and going insane, it wouldn’t have surprised me at all. But instead they immediately went into the most mind-blowingly awesome, most powerful rendition of plush that could ever be imagined. It was a religious experience. I wish you could’ve been there.

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