six foot Seven foot Eight Foot PUNCH

October 15, 2014 Posted by gretchen

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involuntary catch

October 12, 2014 Posted by gretchen

involuntary catch

every fist. unidentifiable.
i let hands grab this nothing that ever
attempted to act like we were try-able.
my permanent gift is accept never.
i mean. please. hush. cut. outside. solution. (more…)

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when i met allen stone part two

October 11, 2014 Posted by gretchen

Ok. So now that I’ve sort of slept and somehow made it to Saturday. I totally need to talk more about when I met Allen Stone. Completely extra-post worthy.

Allen Stone is a peaceful love creature who hails from Washington State. He glows all sorts of violet and gold and he is a humble, wonderful light.

IMG_1099As part of my magic special ticket, I was given a signed EP and Q&A session with Allen. Who I think might go by Al, I’m not sure. First there was a photo op. Myself and about eleven others shivered in excitment for our turn to be silly with Mr. Stone in a photo that each of us will likely keep forever.

What was super beautiful about the experience meeting him, besides his genuine wonderfulness, was how moved everyone there meeting him has been by his music. It was super obvious. I think as an Artist, there’s really nothing more humbling or great to that. Allen seemed to feel the same way. It beamed from him, actually.

Someone asked him about  his writing process, and if he ever gets stuck in a certain mood or overwhelmed by a specific emotion. That’s when he mentioned writing Circle, which I’ve had on repeat for over 24 hours at this stage. He said that day he wrote it, he was in complete silence all day. And he referenced some of the lyrics. I quoted them the other day and they’ve been stuck to me since.

It was such an honor to meet not only an incredible musician, but a fucking brilliant writer. Essentially, he’s the perfect expression of an Artist. I realize from his perspective there’s probably something slightly creepy about someone paying fifty bucks to ask you a question and take a photo… but he didn’t show that at all. He was an amazing host of hugs and love.

I look forward to the next time and place I catch up with him again…

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incinerate insignificant

October 10, 2014 Posted by gretchen

incinerate insignificant

i once wove a web that tangled my feet.
stories and fiction for feelings on me.
never before had i tasted deceit.
you said you were sorry. i disagree.
island hide isolation. your new life.
three years deep. i’m done hollowing inside.
and you’ll never mention your 10-year wife,
after i collapsed, how could i divide?
clouds came finally, encasing only. truth.
do you know how long that i could not see?
corruption of lost devouring youth,
no thought toward what being in love should be.
sweet hindsight brings grace of being set free.
i lit that piece of life, ancient debris.

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allen stone. a favorite, best night.

October 10, 2014 Posted by gretchen

allen stone IMG_1076 IMG_1111It’s pushing 1am blog tribe. Allen Stone rocked my world inside out and upside down.

The first time I heard his music I felt like we would meet. And then when I found out that I used to sit next to his girlfriend’s brother’s girl at my last job in Australia… I mean, come ON.

I put on tasseled cowboy boots and my Allen Stone t-shirt earlier and clicked my heels over to Terminal 5. This is where I had the complete pleasure of meeting the fine gentleman that is Allen Stone. He is exactly the way that he seems to be, a glowing, art-soul whose beam alone lights up a room. Once he starts to sing? Forget it.

I was so excited, I was literally shaking. Allen Stone’s music has been important and special to me since I first discovered him by accident over the summer. It’s not too often I can listen to lyrics. He’s such a beautiful Writer, his words are a pleasure.

So I thought it would be super cool if I brought my book for him to hold in a photo, that in itself made my month. But when we hugged goodbye and he said, “Can I keep this?” I felt like I got electrocuted – but in a super-good, amazing way.

Definitely a night I’ll remember for lifetimes. Meeting him was certainly de ja vu. Maybe one day I’ll catch up with him and his pretty lady down under.

Inside of this circle, there are no corners to hide. Every line I follow leads me back inside. Gravity pulls me from the center, every time.

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