Wine country is supposed to be the mellow option. Somebody booked a harmonica-blasting, piano-pounding country act onto a winery lawn in Temecula anyway, and the polite version of that evening survives about one song.
The man behind Buy Me a Boat plays every show like it is the best party in town and he is personally responsible for how it goes. On a lawn under September stars, a bottle of the local pour open beside your chair and everybody around you there for exactly this, the night tips over into something rowdier than the tasting room ever prepared you for. You will be standing by the third song. You will lose your voice somewhere around the encore.
Wilson Creek out in the Temecula Valley, a Sunday evening, close enough that nobody has to make a weekend of it. Bring the friend who insists they do not like country music.