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I couldn’t resist. Signing my name to musical history at Colorado’s majestic Red Rocks Ampitheatre

Hundred percent, hand’s down agreement. If you’re a musician, top of your bucket list is playing at Red Rocks Ampitheatre.

Ever since 1983 when a flag-waving, strikingly mulletted Bono belted out “Sunday Bloody Sunday” against its red-tinged sandstone, it has been THE holy grail of performance arenas. In fact, trade magazine Pollstar, after 11 years of crowning this outdoor ampitheater near Morrison, Colorado the best, finally conceded it was only fair to give other contenders a chance so they renamed their annual prize the “Red Rock award.”

Last weekend, I got the rare opportunity to not only visit this magical arena that’s owned by the city of Denver, but I got to go back stage, visit the 300 million-year-old sandstone cave-like rooms where musicians hang before their sets, sit on the very couch Macklemore had set just one month earlier when playing for Icelantic’s Winter on the Rocks and linger in the hidden tunnel beneath the stage where hundreds of famous musicians have signed their names. It felt like getting to mecca.


The thing that’s so amazing about Red Rocks, besides the scores of well-known names featured in the Performer’s Hall of Fame, is the knee-buckling display of natural beauty, the perfect acoustics that makes you sure that God herself left those majestic rocks in that exact position because she loves us and wants us to experience awe. Stories are legend about sitting in one of those 9450 seats and watching a full moon rise over the back of the stage or the clouds parting to reveal a fully-formed rainbow right at the exact moment Widespread Panic, the band that holds the record for most Red Rocks performances, was belting out an acoustic rendition of Pink Floyd’s “Wish you Were Here.”

While it was U2’s 1983 release of “Live at Red Rocks: Under a Blood Red Sky,” a performance listed by Rolling Stone as one of 50 Moments that Changed Rock and Roll, that sealed its fame, Red Rocks has served as a natural ampitheater since 1906 when John Brisben Walker, former publisher of Cosmo, produced a summer concert series there on a makeshift stage. The magazine magnate brought in opera singers (Renowned Scottish soprano Mary Garden pronounced it as the finest venue at which she’d ever performed), 25-piece brass bands and a Feast of Lanterns complete with four military bands and fireworks off surrounding peaks before selling it to the city of Denver in 1927 for $54,133.

The Beatles, in their only U.S. performance that wasn’t sold out, were the first to take the stage after it was rewired and rebuilt for rock concerts . Since then, everyone from Jimi Hendrix, Steve Martin (his “A Wild and Crazy Guy” was produced there) and Jethro Tull (whose rock-lobbing fans at a June 10, 1971 concert inspired then Denver Mayor William McNichols, Jr. to ban rock concerts completely until a concert promoter sued the city for discrimination) to the Zac Brown Band (who will be playing three already-sold-out concerts this summer) has performed here.

When the buses of music’s biggest names aren’t precariously winding their way up the steep entry to the 6450-foot stage, people from around the world show up to hike and bike Red Rock’s trails, practice yoga in its stands and to run up and down its 69 rows of benches.

Red Rock’s 640 acres are one of Denver’s 46 Colorado Mountain Parks. The Sunday I was there, the arena resembled a Gold’s Gym for the young and beautiful, most of whom were running avidly back and forth along the rows, doing crunches with legs tucked beneath the seats and jumping with feet together from Row F to G and so on all the way to Row TT, without breaking so much as a sweat.


But back to that secret tunnel. Every inch of the walls, steps and electrical wiring leading to the sound engineering room is covered with autographs: everyone from John Mayer, Sting and Santana to perennial favorite The Grateful Dead.

I simply couldn’t resist. I took a deep breath, grabbed for my pen and signed my name.


Kate Hudson in Sao Paulo with rock star papa of her baby-to-be

Kate Hudson may want to keep the sex of her baby-to-be with Muse frontman Matthew Bellamy a secret, but the word’s out on the Sao Paulo hotel where she stayed last week when the British rockers opened for U2 on their South American stadium tour.

The Fasano, a five-star, family-run boutique hotel smack dab between Sao Paulo’s Anevida Paulista and Faria Lima Avenue, was the perfect choice for the Almost Famous actress. Each guest, upon check-in, gets a free 15-minute massage, perfect for pregnancy aches, and the food, upscale Italian, is lovingly hovered over by the Fasano family whose cooking pedigree goes back more than ten decades. With six well-known restaurants around the Brazilian city, the Fasanos decided to take the hospitality business one step further when they opened their namesake hotel in 2003.

From Day One, Brazilian models, film stars and business tycoons have flocked to this hotel in the uber-cool Jardins district, Sao Paulo’s most fashionable neighborhood. The 23-floor hotel is perched on a private avenue, named after great grandfather Vittorio Fasano who immigrated to Brazil from Milan more than 100 years ago.

With an English red brick façade, fireplaces and a lobby filled with elephant-size leather armchairs, the Fasano, designed by architects Isay Weinsfeld and Marcio Kogan, has been described as over-the-top gangster glam. It also happens to have what Wallpaper Magazine picked as the world’s numero uno bar. Kate’s beau, Brit Bellamy who she met at the Coachella Music Festival last year, would certainly feel comfortable at the ultra-cool Baretto, a jazz bar with live music every night although he might wonder if he’s downed too many bottles of their autographed (celebrities sign bottles) wine. The British Union Jack that hangs in the bar cheekily sports the red, green and white of the Italian flag.

The hotel’s 60 rooms, decorated with sleek dark wood floors, rugs, books and hand-picked antiques, attracts boutique shopping bag-carrying Gisele look-alikes.

As for Bellamy and Hudson, they wrapped up their South American tour on April 13 with a hush-hush gig at the Sao Paulo nightclub, Bar Secreto. And, yes, they even sang covers of everything from the Rolling Stones to David Bowie.

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