Bruce Hornsby's radio hit "Mandolin Rain" always brings to mind silly and potentially destructive weather phenomenon. Similar to the children's book Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs, I picture mandolins falling from the sky by the thousands, and banjos crashing sideways into homes with hurricane like force.
After a Bruce Hornsby storm, which I will now dub a Bruce Stormsby, the streets and fields would be littered with the thrashed necks and broken strings of instrumentation. People would exit from the safety of their homes into the aftermath and stand amidst the rubble holding each other tightly as they think of how to rebuild. This imagery makes me smile juxtaposed against the songs smooth melodies and heartwarming feel.
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