OMFG. Blog family, it’s been a minute. An epic gap in the five year strong FollowMeToNYC crusade through my wordly world.
I’ve been in the country, Halloween came and went, I’ve been quiet and internal and reflective and all of those things that take you over in the times of your life that will prove to be most critical.
Essentially, shit’s going done.
There’s something that’s been on my mind since April and, unlike my happy trails of rant that I leave around here, I can’t directly talk about it. I guess the best thing to compare it to is that I feel like I’m in a witness protection program. Only I was a victim, not a witness. And in any event, I can’t talk about it. However, I will say, that this incident has directly impacted where I’m at right now – in every sense.
SO!!! Tomorrow, it’s back to New York City time. It’s been close to a remarkable three weeks since I’ve directly dealt with that little life of mine tightly nesting on the fringe of Times Square.
This is the first time I’ve been “in between jobs” since independently building my Manhattan life. That means I’ve never been cut loose to simply enjoy what I worked so hard for. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
Of course, I’ve been working around the clock for the past two weeks. I have applied for Writer work everywhere from New York City to Australia and back to Seattle. I’ve been writing Book and dumping boyfriends.
That said, I have a new favorite dump your partner track. Y’all know how I love my empowering break-up songs, especially considering how many fools I’ve circled with over the past 36 months.
“And every day I wake up celebrating shit. Why? Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch…”
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.
tides of together
i met him. another. morning
after the other before another;
because men? they (just) simply
again and again and again.
so… i looked up and he was
down. do you really know what
it takes being (?). he stole a
piece of me. too long ago. now
to recall back then. nevermind. Continue reading
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!