ALLRED!!

Once again, I found myself persuaded by the whining powers of a twelve, excuse me, thirteen year old. Makenna wanted to go to St. George last Saturday night to see Allred. Her alltime favorite addiction. When she asked me for a ride I told her that I wasn't in the mood to go see him perform for a third time (even though I like his music). Well, spur of the moment, after she had been thouroughly disappointed after my rejection, my dad offers to take her to the show. Well, my dad doesn't want to go alone so he insists that my mom accompany him (she didn't really want to go either). So, the plans are that Makenna is to go with my parents and her friend Tayzha. Well, Tayzha couldn't go so Makenna had to go with just my parents (OH the Horror!). So, I found myself in the backseat listening to some honky tonk CD that my dad pulled out from the bottom of his collection that had me wondering about the state of his sanity when he purchased it.

We arrived at Jazzy Java for the show and I sat down and prepared to enjoy some music. As I sipped my mocha that I think was pure espresso with whipped cream on the top and I pondered the possibility of the imprints being left on my legs from the wicker chair becoming permanent, a thought hit me. "This guy is talented." I had forgotten how good his voice really was. Then I started thinking about how John Allred spends his time singing in coffee shops, malls, and any venue where he can perform and then there are people (Katy Perry, Sean Kinston, and others) who are quite famous/popular, but they really can barely hold a tune in real life and yet they have millions of fans while Allred's biggest fan might be my little sister. I mean Makenna knows his favorite store, every detail of his touring schedule, his tendency to tilt his head to the left when he sings, and she even has plans for him to marry Caitlin (obviously not herself because she's too young). I just hope that one day he gets his big break or he might find himself as a part of my family.