by Rembert Browne
[Editors Note: We somehow stole ridiculous writer Rembert Browne away from his Grantland duties as well as his hugely popular personal blog 500DaysaSunder AND Grad school deadlines for a quick kinda review of the Sept 28th Allen Stone show at SOBs. See what he had to say about what some other people had to say about the show...just read it]
In the days leading up to September 28th, I was behaving perfectly. I had been tipped off about some guy named Allen Stone a month or so in advance, got completely hooked, and proceeded to do my part in telling all of my friends to show up to his big NYC show at SOBs on September 28th.
I arrived a little late, but was thrilled to see the bar section of SOBs looking like a “whos who” of my gchat list. Not only was I going to finally see the guy sing the songs I’d been looping on YouTube for weeks, but I got to share it with my closest friends.
About 30 minutes into the opening act, I ask a friend if he could check the score of the Braves/Cardinals game. You see, I’m from Atlanta, it was the last game of the season, and depending on how the Braves did, they were either in or out of the playoffs (code for me being in or out of rehab). Back to the concert, and he is telling me that it’s a tie game, late in the game. I immediately realize I’m in a crossroads, but don’t freak out because I truly think I can have it all. The opener is still going on, and if there are 20ish minutes left in the game, I can run and go catch it, hopefully celebrate over a beer with the bartender as the Braves make the playoffs, then return to watch Allen sing is dirty blonde locks off.
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