The night before, Trevor Hall had a show at Red Rocks with Michael Franti and Spearhead to 10,000 joyous fans. To come from that experience to a solo acoustic show with a crowd of maybe 200 people total was quite a shift for a musician.
It was an intimate show that I can not yet fully express, as I’m still wrapping my head around it.
I will say though that my own experiences in Kenya came back like a flood.
But I need to get something out there, so here it is, my memories of unity during a night in the Village with Trevor Hall at the Sheridan Opera House in Telluride, Colorado.
Trevor tells the story of his first trip to India, and how he travelled far up into the mountains to a sacred and beautiful temple. Just outside the temple was a lone beggar. He had learned in the cities not to give to beggars as it creates a mob that one becomes surrounded by, but out here the man was by himself. Trevor wanted to feel good, do good, and so he went up to the man and offered him a banana that he had.
But that man only held out his hands in the air, but wouldn’t take the banana. Trevor didn’t understand, he was trying to help, why was this beggar refusing his gift?
The wise men that were with him saw what was happening, and came up to Trevor and whispered in his ear….