Wiltern

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Lloyd bought me Paolo Nutini tickets as a belated birthday gift.  Man, I adore birthdays with gifts that come months after the day! 

I was thrilled that one of my favorite artists was finally gracing us with US appearances. Lloyd really hooked it up, and it meant a lot since I know he had to stalk the live nation website the day the tickets went on sale (an earlier show date had sold out within 3 minutes).  I think he may start to love Paolo soon, too.

Here's Paolo. Wiltern. Epic. Swoon. Caustic. Love. 


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