Ben Harper, the poet.

In a straw hat, flannel shirt, and unassuming swagger, Mr. Ben Harper quiets saunters onto the stage with guitar in hand.

He sits and starts his acoustic set with a song about Trayvon Martin. On the night of Sept 11th, 2014, we all sit and listen to his message.

For a political activist, Ben’s demeanor is more of a poet singing of lost love. It’s in this way that he pulls the audience in and captures our souls.

He can also switch gears, and surprisingly brings his musical Mom Ellen on stage for a couple of duets from his Mother’s Day album made earlier this year.

The stars were out and shining brightly down upon us as we all came together over the music and the messages.

Messages that I hope were heard beyond tonight.

Wench, bring my ale, what say you?