A bruise-colored sun drops into a chilly September night. Inside the 1,000-seat theater, a West Coast quartet conjures balmy surf. For well over an hour, long, languid phrases float past on a swing. Lonely hearts bask in the blue hue. Lovers huddle in the balcony. The ghosts of vaudeville do a soft shoe on the 90-year-old rafters....
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