I’m on facebook. Are you? As we long ago lost our real village life, this is a way of feeling part of one, in some ways. Luke couldn’t believe I was joined at first. I like to read what “friends” say and be able to respond or write some things others may see. I put “friends’ in quotes. Most of my “friends” really are friends but there are a few I haven’t met in person. They may have “met” me through a friend and asked me to confirm them as a friend or visa versa. I have friends from high school, the neighborhood, home school days, but most of them are through a musical connection.
The other day, coffee in hand, perusing my facebook, I saw a reply to a post by a quite well known bluegrass musician, Laurie Lewis. It was from Steve Martin! Wow! He does play bluegrass banjo so that makes sense. His response to her was off the wall and very funny. So I think, “What have I to lose? I’ll see if he’ll confirm me as a “friend”.”
A few hours later, “Steve Martin confirmed you as a friend” popped up. I’m tickled. I spend time that day interested in his musings. He is dang funny. Here I am in my house reading what Steve Martin is thinking about. Wow. At one point I think I’ll say “ You’re so funny. You should be a comedian”. How original”¦I bet he’s never heard that. Lame!
Fame has an interesting effect on people. I’m feeling a little privileged, as pathetic as that is. For a moment you’re hood-winked into thinking you’ll get some power just by being associated with them. Of course anytime I have gotten to know someone “famous”, I find that we are all here with the same insecurities, needs, joys and sadness. It’s funny how we even think it is different.
I sent a note to a friend via facebook. “You aren’t going to believe who confirmed me as a “friend”.!! She said “OMG!” . My husband is going to be so envious. She wrote back to say her husband wants me to ask him to join the California Bluegrass Association. I didn’t want to do that.
Night fell and as I lay in bed, I thought, “Wait a minute! Didn’t it say his birthday is in 1955. This guy is 2 years younger than me. I’m pretty sure when I was a teen watching Steve Martin on Saturday Night Live, he was older than me. And wait another minute. I never looked closely at his picture.”
You got it”¦. different Steve Martin.
I’m thinking how silly the whole thing is anyway. You probably are too!
Does that mean I’ve changed my mind as to keeping him as a “friend”. No. Although I don’t know him, I am thoroughly enjoying what he writes, have responded to his posts and he to mine. It’s fun. The village just grows. I also found out he is already a member of the California Bluegrass Association so I’m off the hook there with my friend.
Life can be silly (or my thinking can anyway).
