Country Bumpkin Rubs Elbows With Stars, Runs Low on Elbow Grease
Franklin, TN - As I mentioned in my previous post, a lot of stars call this town home. When you grow up in small town Texas, country stars might as well be little moon men because you never see them and if you do its on stage somewhere, way off in the distance. Franklin is an anomaly in this regard. There are famous people everywhere.
One of the first days I was here Jonathan and I crossed paths with none other than Alan Jackson in downtown Franklin. We were all headed into Starbucks together. The only thing I said to him was "excuse me" because I was standing in his way when he tried to leave. He is a tall man and sadly, has the walk of a giant ape. I'm serious. He is not a graceful man.
Another example of the daily barrage of stars here is when I passed by the courthouse yesterday. The Franklin courthouse is small and so I was quite surprised when I rounded a corner and found a rampart of news crews and camera men and all the obligatory microphones and lights. As I walked by one reporter I heard him speaking about what else but Sara Evan's divorce proceedings. Apparently, she lives here too and was inside the courthouse when I walked by.
I even found out that one of the keyboardists at the Methodist Church here (who I will be playing with Sunday) has played with the likes of Johnny Cash, Alabama, and many others. (www.davidhoffner.com). The standard of everything here is just so much higher, I suppose.
What's funny about the fame thing here is that all of us non-famous people know at any second you can cross paths with someone who is famous. I like to toy with people's minds by doing things only famous people do. For instance, when I go into a store or restaurant, just to pique people's curiousity, I leave my sunglasses on the whole time and act like I don't want to be there. I actually do get glances. New favorite past time!!
What I have come to appreciate here is that famous people are in fact just people, who use the bathroom, shop, drive cars, have bad hair days, and need to eat and buy toilet paper. Who knew, right? Stay tuned for more updates on star sightings in here beautiful Franklin.
That's the story of my life...
One of the first days I was here Jonathan and I crossed paths with none other than Alan Jackson in downtown Franklin. We were all headed into Starbucks together. The only thing I said to him was "excuse me" because I was standing in his way when he tried to leave. He is a tall man and sadly, has the walk of a giant ape. I'm serious. He is not a graceful man.
Another example of the daily barrage of stars here is when I passed by the courthouse yesterday. The Franklin courthouse is small and so I was quite surprised when I rounded a corner and found a rampart of news crews and camera men and all the obligatory microphones and lights. As I walked by one reporter I heard him speaking about what else but Sara Evan's divorce proceedings. Apparently, she lives here too and was inside the courthouse when I walked by.
I even found out that one of the keyboardists at the Methodist Church here (who I will be playing with Sunday) has played with the likes of Johnny Cash, Alabama, and many others. (www.davidhoffner.com). The standard of everything here is just so much higher, I suppose.
What's funny about the fame thing here is that all of us non-famous people know at any second you can cross paths with someone who is famous. I like to toy with people's minds by doing things only famous people do. For instance, when I go into a store or restaurant, just to pique people's curiousity, I leave my sunglasses on the whole time and act like I don't want to be there. I actually do get glances. New favorite past time!!
What I have come to appreciate here is that famous people are in fact just people, who use the bathroom, shop, drive cars, have bad hair days, and need to eat and buy toilet paper. Who knew, right? Stay tuned for more updates on star sightings in here beautiful Franklin.
That's the story of my life...
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