The performance of Boy George and the Culture Club was a fruitful culmination of different struggles, and it was all a rewarding experience.
The first struggle was from the fans who waited long and long enough to see in the flesh a band whose heyday was a generation ago. given this fact, it was safe to assume that most of the concertgoers were somebody’s parents or someone’s tito or tita. What wasnt a struggle though was how the fans were able to dance and sing along with the band; it was an almost effortless summoning of hidden youth of a generation who lived to talk about their own Martial Law stories.
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