I do believe Jack White and his lovely bride strolled past my house today. He and his bandmembers had dined not far off the night before. I recognized them because, well, I’ve seen pictures–and also I’d seen him in concert.
Anyway, it was pouring down rain and this tall, elegant and eccentric couple slowly began to stroll past my window. I was painting away for my next show with music blaring and some Betty Page loop playing on the TV, when I saw something entirely different from the Vandy set that often runs past. Here were two lovers taking their time in the rain, and walking hand in hand as if from another era entirely (the top hat was a clue). And, I might add, with no umbrella in sight.
The rain really began to come down, and they sought shelter under a tree in my front lawn. I watched them for a moment and then decided they deserved their privacy, despite the public setting.
As I returned to my canvases to paint Japanese robots from the 60s, I thought, “Brilliant! Jack’s intellect has escaped his own fame. Nashville doesn’t come out in the rain. The town is his, and therefore theirs. Well deserved!” It took me two years in a large state school to figure out rainy days are for the bold.
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October 19, 2012 at 4:11 am
Very cool observation… I believe you are correct… Nashville was theirs at that very moment… beautiful observation.
Buffy
February 1, 2009 5:14 PM