Brerah

The curse

Often times I wonder when I will know the full extent of the curse of growing up in a small town. I tasted it once again tonight. It shows us in unexpected ways and its kinda fun when it does. So I ended up going to listen to my neighbors play (band name 'The Early Evening'), and it was a really great show. I was alone, which actually made it kind of nice b/c I could just sit in my velvet chair and kick back and enjoy and not have to worry about making conversation. So I did, but here is where the curse comes in. You see, when you grow up in Duncan,OK population somewhere just north of 20K, you don't see alot of famous people. If you run into the bank president you feel more like you just ran into Alan Greenspan. Fame is all relative to our surroundings. For example, in Duncan, I was really famous. I come out to Nashville, and I'm a nobody. I'm recovering though. That's a lie, i've never been famous. But anyhow, as I was sitting there in my velvet chair, I kept thinking that there was someone famous around me. Anyone who was dressed in more than a t-shirt with a pair of rock star jeans on, I supposed was a major player in the record industry just waiting to make my neighbors famous. I somehow felt like I was getting insider information on a new stock offering, and that I knew something that most of the surrounding world didn't. Then I played this game in my mind, and I started wondering if anyone thought that I was someone from a record label, and maybe that's why I was by myself I was concentrating. I was feeling out the stage presence, seeing their magic, really trying to decide if they were the next big thing. But i'm not, I'm not working for a record label. Instead, i'm just hanging out, hair messed up just enough to play the part for a night, wearing my rock star jeans.

posted by corbs @ 12:29 AM