
This weekend, Amin and I saw Michael Franti together for the second time. This time, it was at an ice arena in Vail, CO.
For those of you who don't know about Michael Franti or haven't heard his music, please change that right now. I've known about this guy for less than a year and I truly wish that he had become part of my life sooner. His lyrics are irreverant, joyful, painfully honest, bleak and family-friendly all at the same time. Franti has the ability to inspire any open-minded person in any walk of life with just a few simple verses.
In the moments where I was able to take my attention away from the music and observe the people around me, I saw something truly unique. Frantic, energetic teenagers intermingled with young professionals, families and even many baby boomers, singing along, jumping up and down and yes--sharing pipes and flasks. It was very, very cool.
And I must say, for a lanky, scruffy, dreadlocked man in his mid 40s, Mr. Franti is one sexy beast. After you get a chance to see him, ladies (and gents), I doubt you'll disagree.