At ten-fifteen that evening, the amphitheater lights dimmed to a deep, contemplative sapphire blue as the roar for the encore reached a fever pitch. Instead of the full band taking the stage with screaming electric guitars, a lone figure walked out from the wings into a single warm amber spotlight at center stage. Alex Vale carried only a vintage acoustic guitar. He wore a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans,…
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