A venture to this state park is on the must-do list for many, the park being the only spot in North America where you can dig for diamonds and other gemstones and keep your finds.
8:30 p.m., Sticky Fingerz, $10.
Recently I've noticed that Dawes elicits a contagious evangelism in a huge number of people with a certain, similarly sunny disposition. I'll admit that when the Dawes buzz reared its head, I dismissed it, ended up straggling behind the bandwagon and, honestly, was the worse for it. But enough of my devotional: Dawes are legit. They specialize in dreamy, country-dusted California pop that hangs somewhere between America, Dr. Dog and the late, great Beachwood Sparks. These guys are writing some of the most melodious songs around today. It's new-folk, it's dad rock, it's dreamy and if you're not careful, it's liable to send you dashing to your car for an impromptu road trip to whatever coast you're the farthest from. Cory Chisel & the Wandering Sons open along with Jason Boesel.
He's a monster with monsters who aid his unholy lust