Here in Minneapolis, I recall one night in the 1970's at a backyard party of musicians and other folk, near the Mississipi River, with a full September moon, when during a lull in conversation and jokes around a small backyard bonfire, Sean, standing on the edge of the circle wearing his guitar and hat, broke into "Shine on Harvest Moon" (with the moon directly above his head) and transported us into blissful be-here-now, this-is-perfect existence. I liked his work before, but that night I became a fan of his music and persona and cowboy ways.