The debate of the century at Hofstra University on Long Island, New York, began with Clinton and Trump striding out on a deep blue stage with white stars and a giant seal: the American eagle with an olive branch, a bunch of arrows and the words: "The union and the constitution forever".
President Clinton is then shown on a makeshift blue stage in front of the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial in Washington.
Overcome with emotion, tears flood my eyes as I look back on the 18-month journey that began with an "out of the blue" stage IV lung cancer diagnosis followed by aggressive chemotherapy, radiation, surgery and the turmoil that immerses my wife and two young boys.
Clad in a very pretty pink and silver dress designed by Tracy Reese, which showed off her well-toned arms, she appeared on the bright blue stage to a two-minute standing ovation.
In Tom Piper's suggestive set, the island is a circle of white sand in the middle of a light-blue stage floor, a space that stands out against the behemoth terra-cotta back wall onto which the actors' long shadows are projected like gargantuan ghosts.
Garbus provides one of the best live shows out there today, but she deserves a space far better than what the Blue stage provided.
They played the Blue Stage opposite Feist to a flood of fans, packed in tight; anxious and stoned awaiting their first live exposure to material from the band's upcoming debut Shrines.
It was all white, with a red nose cone and engine section, and a blue upper stage.
Roiling crowds and ecstatic individuals are bathed in magenta, yellow, green, and blue stage light, like devotees at a psychedelic shrine.
I grabbed a Sriracha covered Viatnamese pork sandwich and wander back for more at the Blue Stage as King Krule throws out the jazzy "363N63" to a tired, dreamy handful of fans.
