To be known.

While going on a leisurely jog this evening, I experienced a “star sighting.” Somewhere around 8th and Mass Street, I spotted The Civil Wars’ John Paul White. Initially, the man in front of me looked much like your average, run-of-the-mill hipster (I mean that in the nicest way, JPW). However, I remembered this picture posted by The Civil Wars earlier today accompanied by the caption: “Perfect day in Lawrence, KS for whiffle ball in the park!”

Of course, in the two seconds it took me to put two and two together, John Paul and his “band” of friends went one way, and I went the other. The moment was gone. To have gone back would have proved ineffective. I had no camera, no witty lines, and no reason to turn back. For the rest of the jog, I turned my thoughts from what I would have said to what I would have done if I were in Mr. White’s shoes. To be constantly recognized. To be constantly performing. To be constantly traveling. For a couple miles of my run, I contemplated the “spectrum of recognition”: from being a nobody to being everybody’s somebody. There is a certain security that comes from being known, being understood, yet there is a certain frustration that must come with being constantly pursued, supposedly understood. In the end, I’m glad I didn’t shout, “I love your music!!” to John Paul White, because, for today, he’s just your average Lawrencian, swinging a whiffle ball bat.

From an everyday girl,


P.S.–Here’s a peek at my purchase for today’s “Buy a Musical Instrument Day.” It’s an antique wooden recorder–summer project! Since the gal at the antique mall perceived that I was “musically inclined,” she cut the price from $28 to $10! Now, I’ve got two days to learn to dance well enough for “Tap Dance Day” on Friday…

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