Today, we’re playing a speakeasy in Wellington, NZ, and everyone at the venue’s amazing and the promoter’s amazing and both shows are sold out and I seriously might never come back on account of this place being stunningly beautiful, think a Polynesian Victoria, BC.

The crowd in Auckland was so loud at times that they drowned out the PA - it’s been a while since the Allen Stone universe has experienced something so enchanting and visceral, and it took me back to 2012, when there was a special mojo propelling the band, and times were, if not simpler, certainly more focused - find the fans, pile in the van, and play live.

That’s what this band does best, and hopefully this trip’s inspiration to retrace our steps, embrace our strengths, and quit trying to beat the house.