1k/91-93: Allen Herbert
Allen Herbert happened on the night that I re-joined a chorus that I hadn’t been able to sing with since high school. Driving through the dark backroads in New Jersey that only people who live in New Jersey are aware of, I heard the murmur that turned into the vibrant, fleeting voices of the spring peepers.
I didn’t notice that the idea of Allen Herbert had been planted in my head until I sat waiting to have my mostly-not-broken left 5th metatarsal x-rayed the next day. Occupying myself with comparing the facial similarities of John Lennon and Getty Lee, I stumbled upon Allen Herbert, his shiny new sports car, and the spring peepers.
It’s been a while since I’ve found a voice and a character that I want to keep writing. (Since Amelia Brown and “Re-Introducing Blue” in my last year at Berg, actually.) I’m excited about Allen Herbert and his sudden affection for scotch. He’s very new territory and I’m looking forward to sharing him with you and seeing what you think of him.