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.
As 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…
It’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.
Quite often when I read my poetry it’s like I’m having an out of body experience. I process the pieces, and I understand that I wrote them, but it takes me to a frame of life that I quite often haven’t visited for a minute – particularly reading old work.
My poetry is what keeps me sane. It’s like my scripted world exactly as I sense it with no challenge or debate. I guess that’s part of what makes it so different to me from my other writing.
For example, Novel, when it’s bloody done, will be pitched. I’ll basically get my bitch on and beg and plead important people until someone notices and publishes it for me.
I think I’ll always self-publish my poetry. That’s my guts.
I made a new friend recently who left my apartment with Poetry One, Two and Three in tow. I think he is the only person on Earth, besides me, who has all three of those books. I don’t even really want to read them anymore. My voice has changed so much over the past five years. Sometimes when I read old poetry, it’s like I don’t even know who I was then.
I like the words that I’ve been painting this week. Probably because of what inspires them. I’ve gone on inspiration tangents before, next to love it’s my favorite feeling and in a way they go hand in hand.
Oh, and PS. I’M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE IN LIKE TEN HOURS!!
OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE!
I’m deep in editing today blog tribe. Chopping sentences and moving words. During this process, in the back of my mind, a voice hummed: Isn’t Allen Stone playing New York City in October?
Oh yes, Allen Stone is playing New York City in October. Not only that, he’s playing about four blocks from my house. And furthermore – I copped a special, fancy-like, quite inexpensive, magic, golden ticket which includes something I’m all giddy on… A Q&A WITH ALLEN STONE!
About four months ago I came across Allen Stone for the very first time when I was investigating who the opening act was for the John Butler Trio Summer Stage show. Nothing in the world comes close to seeing him live. And this Thursday, I will wander a few blocks from home and tell him how much I adore his music.
I can’t really think of many other places outside New York City that present opportunites like this.
In other news, it’s grey outside today. Rainy. I’m shackled to my computer editing away. I look forward to finishing the editing bits and returning to the writing bits which I fancy very much more. Alas, as an independent creative writer essentially in it for the sport, you learn to play every aspect required to push out a book. Writing, editing, and these days, even publishing sometimes.
I don’t reckon I’m going to self-publish Novel, I’ll pitch that. I’m cool self publishing poetry though. It seems logical for some reason.
On that note, back to it.
PS. HOLY SHIT I‘M GOING TO MEET ALLEN STONE IN LIKE FOUR DAYS!
It’s about half past 3am in midtown. #justsayin