By Mia Palau
It’s 5:30 in the afternoon and an unusual bustle is rattling up the otherwise sleepy, stylized crimson foundations of Barcelona’s cult favorite club, the Apolo ― one of the hippest, yet oldest venues in town. About a dozen technicians and roadies are tenaciously carrying guitars and heavy-looking armored boxes, untangling multicolored cables, setting up safety barriers in front of the stage. It’s been several weeks since tonight’s concert was sold out, and even with the show still hours away, one can already start sensing the latent urgency and excitement floating up in the air. Continue reading
Hip Replacement 