"God knows that we are creative artists when it comes to our lives. On one day, he gives us clay for sculpting, on another, brushes and canvas, or a pen. But we can never use clay on our canvas, nor pens in sculpture. Each day has its own miracle. Accept the blessings, work, and create your minor works of art today. Tomorrow you will receive others." - Unknown
I’ve been very fortunate to have remained at least semi-regularly in touch with my closest friends from high school. I was one of those walking clichés who believed I would remain in close contact with everyone who attended my high school regardless of what paths we might take in the future.
Even with the aid of Facebook, I found myself drifting further and further away from acquaintances who I’d had the privilege to know but had never been truly close to. We get older and have less time for socializing so we must choose those most worth our time. On top of that, we branch out and make new friends to replace the old.
That being said, every once in a while I have the fun experience of bumping into an old friend. When we first moved to Salt Lake City, I went to watch an old friend’s wife perform ballet at a festival called Craft Lake City. While we were there, I learned that the person in charge of the entire festival was an old classmate as well. Not only did I get to see a few friends but they were artists like me.
Yesterday was another one of those amazing experiences where I got to see one of my friends performing their art, supporting the culture with their creativity - Moses McKinley was performing a free concert with his band Folk Hogan as part of the Brown Bag Concert Series that SLC holds every year. I wish I’d known about the series earlier because I was only able to see two shows, today’s included. Bonus: I got to introduce my daughter to a whole new culture of music and she was surprisingly receptive and even begged me to buy the band’s CD.
I remembered Moses by a different name back in high school covering Good Charlotte songs. He had been an amazing musician even then but it was incredible to see how far he’d come in the 10 years since I’d seen him perform.
Folk Hogan is a punk rock band with a not-so-subtle injection of folk music. If I had to explain their music to someone who’d never heard them before, I’d say an American version of Flogging Molly. Moses, who I had previously only heard playing the guitar and on very rare occasions the drums proved that he was a master musician by emptying his soul into a beautiful little mandolin. Canyon Elliott (another classmate from long ago but not as well known to me as Moses) has one of those never-take-anything-serious attitudes up until the moment he begins to sing and takes you aback with his inconceivably good voice. The rest of the band plays their parts equally well, building to a powerful group.
Now that I’ve turned this into a review of sorts rather than an article about an outing with my daughter, let me just say this: support your friends, even those you haven’t seen in years, as often and as much as you can. Our dreams are fragile things and it’s important to do our part to feed the dreams of others. Especially when they have such a remarkable talent as the friends I saw yesterday.
This image is stolen directly from FolkHogan.com. But seriously, click the image to learn more about this epic group.