I’m writing this in my bunk on the tour bus, the last MoaT post from my curtain drawn oasis of calm.
It’s a little bittersweet - the road’s home, and where I’ve discovered so much about myself - but one of the most valuable lessons I’ve learned after countless laps around the country is appreciating when it’s time to put the rock n’ roll malarky on hold. What most would consider the “real world” technically is where I pay rent, so it’s best I reacquaint myself with its goings on.
We’re closing things out with two sold out gigs at the Neptune Theater in Seattle, hometown shows filled with friends and family. Allen Stone world’s going dormant for a while, and it feels right ending this tour at the venue where, for me, it kinda all started - we played here back in 2011 with the Seattle Rock Orchestra, when the Unaware video was just breaking, and it was the first time I allowed myself to entertain the possibility that maybe, just maybe, this thing was going to go.
And here we all are, seven years later, with very different lives.
Tonight and tomorrow will be a celebration - of what we’ve accomplished, where we’re headed, and the intoxicating unknown that compelled us, blindly, to jump all those years ago.