"Only in Canada? Pity."

The Stars rocked Winterlude Saturday night. It was something to behold. Fur rimmed parka hood bopping in time - on the guitarist. Maybe sound travels better through crisp air, or snowy embankments dampen unwanted reverberations, but the mix was near perfect. Only the trumpet was a hard to pinpoint.

And the bands admiration of the fans gave us warm glow, plus the thermos' of rye. Twenty below? Concert in the park.