Nashville, TN: The boy & I went to see my old boss downtown last night. We decided to check out a few songs by the opening act, whom I had actually worked with on another tour back in the day. Now, I'm a big fan of Michael Franti, the person, the activist, the hasn't-worn-shoes-or-socks-in-10-years poet. I've just never really gotten into his music. I was curious to see how the boy would feel, considering we have differing musical tastes (with an underlying respect for those differences, gratefully). After a few minutes of listening to the hip hop rock band get down and seeing Franti walk literally into the upper seats of the bowl to get people to get up, the boy leaned over to me and said the best line ever: