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.......
4 comments:
Oh what fun! I went to a concert Saturday you might also have liked - Ani Difranco - do you know her?
oh! I really wanted to go with you but forgot in all my family dealings. I'm so glad you went and what an amazing experience. Michael Franti is fucking amazing, what a force for positivity in life. You look beautiful and radiant in the pics.
Citizen - I love me some Ani! Never seen her before, though.... someday.....
Daze - saw a friend of yours there..... Martha? We were missing you.
oh, was Martha there with her kids Cassie and Charlie too? BTW, your photos are amazing. You must have been very close to an intimate stage.
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