The internet is a strange place, part n of n+x

[rhythmaning]

I went to an arts event tonight which featured, among several artists and poets, a singer who Ford by the name of Withered Hand.

He started a song about the colour of Jackie Onasis' hat; and, at the first attempt, he forgot the words.

The song was based on a picture, "Trying to remember the colour of Jackie Onasis pillbox hat", by Spencer Finch.

I saw the picture in 1994 (the same show I presume Withered Hand went to). It was about the impossibility of remembering the colour of the hat, since the only image of it was shot in black and white.

Since no one knows the colour, it seems only fitting that, first time around, Withered Hand forgot the words.

Knowing the picture - this picture https://m.flickr.com/#/photos/rhythmaning/474787521/ - I tweeted the image.

And Withered Hand tweeted back that he hasn't seen the picture in years. (Presumably 20 years...)

So he has now been reunited with the picture he write a song about, twenty years ago.

And I get to feel smug.

Comments

[widgetfox.livejournal.com]

He is now following me on Twitter. Why exactly?

[rhythmaning.livejournal.com]

No idea. Perhaps you are at the top of the list of people who follow me? Or maybe the Twitter recommendation engine suggested if he followed me he might like to follow you?

Though strange, yes.

[widgetfox.livejournal.com]

Ah. The latter makes sense and wouldn't have occurred to me. The former I did think of but it seemed quite a stalkerish thing to do for someone who's only just met you.