Alexander Ebert stumbles across the stage like a man drunk on his own musicality. But it is his fans who are truly intoxicated by his drug; it’s rare to see a crowd so utterly devoted to their hero. At times, tears were shed, but Edward Sharpe, a blessed fiction created by Ebert himself, spreads his message through a show of sheer joy.
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