While the rest of you were watching the debate this week, JR and I went to the sold out Sean Paul concert at Paradise. I was expecting a diverse crowd that skewed male and was shocked to see the hordes of college age girls packed against the stage when we arrived. And one grey haired lady sporting a fanny pack standing off to the side in the front row. Clearly I had no idea who his fan base is these days.
So Sean has a mohawk now, which I happen to love. Minus the Jamaican vibe, it might not fly but he just exudes cool. Maybe it’s the accent. I am also super proud to report that I knew every song but one, sang them all loudly, and danced my little heart out right along side those youngsters.
I am still trying to figure out why he didn’t sing most of the controversial lyrics of “We Be Burnin’,” which, if you don’t know, makes a case for legalizing certain agricultural products. Odd, right?
One of the questions he kept asking the crowd throughout the show was: ”Do you love your life?” There is no more important question, I believe. Towards the end of the show, he made a few comments about supporting people in whatever they choose to do — it’s that whole Jamaican One Love philosophy that I love so much. As long as you aren’t hurting anybody, go do you. As freaky as you need to be.
Which brings me back to that debate. This is the only political statement I will make here or through any other social media. There is one candidate who is a direct threat to the people in my life who I love dearly and who love their lives. Because I live in the state of Massachusetts, I have had the opportunity to see that candidate’s hateful actions (and we all know actions speak louder than words) firsthand. He will not be getting my vote. Because everyone deserves to love their life.