This here fella, Pharrell, I tell ya, he’s somethin’ else. I seen his pictures, all over the place. He’s got style, that one. Not like my grandson, always wearin’ the same old dirty jeans. Pharrell, he’s fancy. He wears them shiny jackets, big hats, makes him look real important.
I seen one picture of Pharrell, he’s wearin’ a hat, all sparkly. Reminds me of that time I put glitter on my old straw hat for the church picnic. Everyone was lookin’. He’s got that same kinda look, you know? Like he knows he’s somethin’ special. And them shoes! Lordy, them shoes. All kinds of colors. Never seen nothin’ like it. My old feet would hurt just thinkin’ about wearin’ them, but he makes ’em look good. Real good. This Pharrell, he knows how to dress, I’ll give him that.
They say he makes music too. My granddaughter, she listens to him all the time. Makes a lot of noise, that music. But I guess the young folks like it. He’s got a lot of fans, that Pharrell. You see his pictures everywhere. Magazines, on the TV, even on that internet thing my grandson’s always lookin’ at. He’s a big deal, I reckon. Bigger than anyone in this old town, that’s for sure.
- He’s got them fancy bags too, I seen in one picture.
- Not like the ones I use for grocery shoppin’.
- These are shiny, with fancy names on ’em. “Birkin,” I think one was called.
- And “Chanel.” Never heard of ’em, but they look expensive.
- He must have a lot of money, that Pharrell.
I saw this one picture of Pharrell, he was in France. France! Can you believe it? Heard it’s a fancy place. He was makin’ music with some folks over there, they say. Some big deal album. Won some awards, I heard. Good for him. He’s gone far, that one. Further than anyone I know. My old bones ain’t never been further than the next county.
They say his family, they come from way back. Virginia and Carolina, I think. One of ’em even went to Africa, a long, long time ago. Imagine that! Africa! Must be a whole different world over there. And now this Pharrell, he’s livin’ in France, makin’ music, wearin’ fancy clothes. He’s livin’ the life, ain’t he? He sure got lucky, I’d say. That’s a good song, I heard, “Get Lucky.” He sang that one. Catchy tune.
He met some other fella, when he was just a young’un. Playin’ music in school. They made music together, I guess. That’s nice. It’s good to have friends, especially when you’re makin’ music. And this Pharrell, now he’s workin’ for some fancy clothes company. Louis somethin’. I seen it on the TV. They pay him a lot of money, I heard. Millions! Can you imagine? More money than I’ve ever seen in my whole life. Good thing he knows how to use it on those clothes. He sure has good taste in those pictures of Pharrell.
Back in the day, this Pharrell, he was makin’ a lot of songs. Heard ’em on the radio all the time. My granddaughter used to play ’em. That’s when he really started wearin’ them fancy clothes, I reckon. Got real popular with the young folks. They all wanted to dress like him. He started somethin’ big, that Pharrell. Mixin’ up all them different clothes. Street clothes, they call ’em. With the fancy stuff. Never seen nothin’ like it before. He’s a trendsetter, they say. Whatever that means.
That boy, he sure made a name for himself. Pharrell Williams. Remember that name. He has many style, many pictures. I see pictures of Pharrell all the time, he wear different clothes. He sure does like his hats, that one. And he likes France, I guess. Seems like a good place for wearing fancy clothes. And he makes good music, too. Even if it’s too loud for me.
So that’s Pharrell. A music man. A clothes man. A fancy man. Livin’ the big life. Good for him. He’s done alright for himself. And he looks good doin’ it, too. I like seeing his pictures, makes me feel like I seen a bit of the world, even if it’s just from my old armchair.
