The sounds of The Paper Crowns’ opening number were already falling on Foothill Boulevard as your rather reclusive writer and his sexy sidekick made the scene at the converted winery. One immediately witnessed an assortment of audience members at the quaint, vino-soaked venue. There were button-down shirts and girls in skirts, drinkers and thinkers, young and old. Regular readers know that your usually penned-in penman promised to venture out and experience the music more regularly. So, as usual, don’t expect an in-depth analysis or a perfect playlist. It’s all about the overall experience and not a detailed documentation. Just be happy to hear highlights, mmmkay? The Paper Crowns Photo...
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