If there’s one thing we’ve had engrained in our heads as a result of building a Jam Van, it’s that if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again, then take a deep breath, try another time. ¬†Also that gas ain’t cheap…

Our paths have crossed with Allen Stone before. We’ve been places he was at. He’s been places we were at. Depending on how you’re looking at it and who you’re asking… Yet it hadn’t happened. We hadn’t gotten his talented ass into the van, couldn’t wrangle him in. Until of course High Sierra Music Festival, which as luck would have it, might be the headiest spot we could have gotten him at. It being one of the headiest spots we’ve come across in our journeys.

If you will it hard enough, if it’s doable, it’ll happen. If when it happens it’s something you’ve worked really hard towards, then it’s going to feel all the better when it becomes real. When Allen Stone is belting out that amazing voice in your neon RV and your buddy Spud is standing outside going “oh my gawd, oh my gawd, that is not no white boy singin’ right now!” When that happens, and you’ve wanted to make that happen for near two years, well that’s damn cool. So when Allen asks at the end of “Celebrate Tonight,” if the clapping folks are outside watching him, well yeah, they were, and that’s kinda how we dreamed it up.