Aural memories live in a drawer in the same cabinet where your brain stores scent memories. Just like the smell of lilacs can trigger a memory of your grandmother, a song can transport you to the halcyon days of youth. And Boise has been a veritable time machine this year. The Psychedelic Furs turned the Egyptian Theatre all pretty in pink. Idaho Botanical Garden let people stay with Jackson Browne and shone some light on rainy day women with Bob Dylan. The Eagle River Pavilion filled the air with the ubiquitous stylings of the joker Steve Miller and also took a ride on the Marrakesh Express with the harmonies of Crosby, Stills and Nash. At the Idaho Center, The Eagles acted like the new kid in town. And at each concert, hundreds--or thousands--of middle-aged people acted like the hormonal kids they were when they first heard these bands.
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