I’m really trying to move on blog family, I swear. I’ve even been noveling in between Allen Stone posts. However, coffee just came out of my nose reading a Billboard piece revealing that Allen Stone’s first festival show was actually out in LA, right before I saw him in Central Park on Tuesday.
“So wait?” I told myself. “The hottest, realest soul voice in this country, and one of the best on Earth I boldy declare – has only played like, one festival in the States?” Then I giggled.
Get ready Yankees.
On my life, whilst Insta-stalking Allen yesterday to see where he wound up after midtown, naturally I had to like any picture he had with a dog in it. (duh) During this process I came across a shot of him and two bulldogs that essentially made my afternoon.
Shortly after this occurs, my girl in Australia posts a comment that, low and behold, THOSE ARE HER DOGS!
That’s like if there was a picture of Allen Stone on Instagram with Peanut and Fronkles and one of my mates overseas recognized them.
Maddness. My week has literally been an Allen Stone frenzy complimented with seeing him pose with my mate’s pets down under.
On that note, I realized that both of the Allen Stone clips that I posted so far were shot for a specific program. When in all reality, you need to watch him live for youself.
I think I’ve done him as much blah-g justice I can pimp. Make sure you spread the word cult-wide! Some of the BEST MUSIC EVER!