Last week, Devin and I (along with a good friend and his teenage daughter) traveled to the shores of the Great Salt Lake to watch Ray Lamontagne in concert at the shell-of-building called Saltair. (I actually hate using the name "Saltair" because it is, in no way, anything like the grand structure that used to sit perched on top of the piers stretching into the lake of salt.)
As our luck would see to it, we walked in and found four seats conveniently located on the front row as we positioned ourselves for a great night of soul full music and father-daughter happiness. As a quick shout out - check out Ray's music if you want to experience music with depth, simplicity and beauty - all coming from the skinny, bearded-body of a retired boot factory worker turned singer songwriter.
The music was fantastic and the company was unsurpassed.
