Monday, 7 November, 2011

"High steppin' strutters who wind up in the gutter . . ."

My weird little painting is finished:



It has a weird little story behind it, and I guess it would be better for people to make up their own minds about what this is about, but, yeah, I suppose I'll go there:

Sometime back, during the summer it must have been, I was working away, listening to online radio, specifically CJOY, the Guelph station. Now, the disc jockey that works the mid-morning program seems to really enjoy folk music. I mean, a lot. If it isn't James Taylor singing about "flying machines in pieces on the ground"or a man from Tennessee begging his beloved to come to Boston, and her refusing, it's Gordon Lightfoot. Now, I enjoy Gordon Lightfoot as much as the next person - Black Day in July happens to be a personal favourite- but every day that week at some point in the morning, the jock would play "Rainy Day People". Every. Damn. Day. Finally, I said to Jeremy: "If I hear Rainy Day People one more time, I swear I'll pull a Father Jack and leap out this flipping window."

To which he said, "You mean your window on the ground floor?"

Sheepishly: "Yes."

Of course after this, there was a discussion of how this scenario would play out, complete with the somewhat uppity crows that live around here . . .  And that is what this painting illustrates.


So that's the story.  Probably not as interesting as any a viewer would come up with, but there it is.

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