Namaste blog tribe
I ran last week. Uptown, downtown, east and west. Friday I swam on the roof of a west village hotel and touched pink toes with a divine new companion who resides in California. Saturday the most legit Artist I have literally ever encountered sat at my big black table and created in a way that widened my eyes and stretched my smile.
Serious business. Continue reading
While Jersey has gotten a few shout-outs in my webland pocket, I’ve never impulsively jumped a bus there. Not until yesterday…
That’s right blog tribe, I bussed it to Jersey yesterday. Why? Exactly.
Sometimes things just happen.
The bus adventure was entertaining. First I went to Penn Station instead of Port Authority. I think the whole “P” word / west side thing scrambled my brains a bit. Fortunately, I was still listening to Allen Stone with a backpack of notebooks and ink – so I wasn’t tooo bothered with the wander between stations. Continue reading
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. Continue reading
Jon Bulter Trio and Allen Stone were UNREAL! I woke up this morning proudly sporting my Allen Stone tshirt and immediately put on my new, SIGNED John Bulter Trio album.
I’m stuck on track four… Bullet Girl.
Both acts last night rocked my world. My companion and I shouldered our way to the front and proudly, wildly, danced, hollared, clapped and shimmied our faces off. There was a small group of Aussies to my left there representing. I felt homesick for a hot minute…
I must say, while Jon Butler Trio was undoubtably brilliant. Allen Stone rocked the shit out of that stage like few acts I have seen. The aura to this boy bursts violet and gold, and his pipes fill the atmosphere with delicious soul that tornadoes in your guts. Continue reading
have you ever (hope)
a season. growing
in front of my eyes. inside
a bewildered film
of poses. pictures.
a shape came forward.
i melted. like fold, i nearly…
have you ever been whispered
to? Continue reading