The Regency Ballroom has a way of holding ghosts and sound in equal measure. Once a Scottish Rite temple built in 1909, its grand neoclassical bones and domed ceilings still hum with ritual energy. Now the devotion comes from a different kind of congregation. On this late September night, that congregation gathered for Grandaddy, a band whose bittersweet blend of analog warmth and cosmic melancholy has been quietly shaping indie rock for nearly three decades.
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