I thought of Frank Gehry often during that concert, not just as an architect, but also as a fellow artist.

Frank Gehry sees beyond structure, and the way he bends metal echoes how LaMontagne and Gray bend lyrics into stories.  It feels like magic because none of it is accidental; it’s intentional.

By the time the final chords faded, I wasn’t sure if it was the music or the architecture that moved me most.  At the Jay Pritzker Pavilion, you don’t have to choose between beauty you can hear and beauty you can see.  They belong to each other.  For those of you who chase meaning in melody and marvel in metal, nights like this remind us that design is everywhere.  This experience was a masterpiece.