Michael Franti and Spearhead played a matinee at The Fillmore for families today.
Cherine Anderson borrowed my sons' friend's hat for a song. She fucking rocked.
Word was that if you had the craziest hat, you might be chosen to go backstage. Or something. Anyway, here's Elise and me. I decided to go bald with a pink tiara. (thanks, Olwyn!)
After the show, Michael Franti kissed me. Then he asked me for my name, and the names of my children. He bent down and pulled two yellow picks out of his pocket and placed them into Grant and Bennett's hands. He chatted with them for awhile about music. Then he hugged and kissed me again, looked me in the eye, and said, "Shine on." A secular blessing that felt rather holy.
There's more I could write, but what else is there to say, really, after "Michael Franti kissed me"? Nothing. Nothing at all.
Here's what I wrote about them back in September, if you want more.......