06/15/2026
I’ve always enjoyed magic—the kind that unfolds in unique and unexpected ways.
A few days ago, I set off from the property hauling a stock trailer to Colorado. Before departing, I began a multi-day food fast—still in progress—and then settled into an 18-hour drive.
Somewhere along the way, I discovered that Poranguí was playing Red Rocks Park & Amphitheatre . A little more digging revealed that the lineup also included Dirtwire — artists I’ve seen many times and who never fail to summon the “dancing shaman” from the deepest canyons of my psyche.
Also joining the bill were Thievery Corporation and Trevor Hall, neither of whom I’d experienced live before.
Having never attended a show at Red Rocks myself, I secured a last-minute ticket to the nearly sold-out event, booked a room, and made the pilgrimage solo.
As I entered the amphitheater, I heard my name carried through the crowd. A longtime friend and his wife—who had purchased their tickets months earlier, unbeknownst to me—were seated just behind where I had stopped to find a seat. Neither of us knew the other would be there. Yet somehow, among thousands gathered beneath the sandstone monoliths, our paths crossed in the exact same row.
The kind of coincidence that feels less like chance and more like a wink from the universe.
What followed was nothing short of extraordinary. The rhythm, the lyrical mastery, the energy of the crowd, and the grandeur of the amphitheater converged into something difficult to describe—one of those rare moments in life that feels less like entertainment and more like a rite of passage.
Sometimes the road gives you exactly what you didn’t know you needed.
This was one of those times.
