You could be forgiven, on this occasion, for not recognizing Paper Tiger. Normally, the Doomtree DJ is unmistakable: Sporting a pair of white sunglasses, a baseball hat cocked to the side, and headphones slung around his neck, he commands his own corner of any stage where he waxes his turntable poetics. Today, though, he stands quietly outside the Jasmine Deli, wearing a plaid shirt with rolled-up sleeves and black horn-rimmed glasses as he casually scrolls... More >>>