Young-generation patrons seem to be as fascinated watching the more mature dancers cut a rug.
The brooding, black-clad singer bridged a stark divide that emerged in the recording industry in the 1950s, as post-Elvis pop singers diverged into two camps and audiences aligned themselves with either the sideburned rebels of rock 'n' roll or the cowboy-hatted twangsters of country music.
A funereal fog cloaked the Scottish capital Thursday, but nothing could dampen the ardour of Edinburghers to have their say about Scotland’s future.
I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.
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