A wall of fog hangs over the Golden Gate, as jasmine bombards the olfactory system and a nippy gust foreshadows the crisp San Francisco eve. Gothic chandeliers dip and dangle overhead the Fillmore Auditorium, as flannel clad hipsters scrupulously survey burgundy velvet curtains, absent-mindedly sipping PBR. A conduit for cataclysmic, history shifting performances from immortals… Continue reading Dr. Dog Rocks Fillmore House Call
