Josh Groban is touring a few cities of South Africa and as we were watching the add, I mentioned to the Wife that I wouldn’t mind seeing him live, if someone offered me free tickets. She agreed but on condition that we can leave half way through the set.
We are obviously not his biggest fans.
But he did leave me with an earworm. Even though it was, ironically, not one of his hits. It was “Somewhere” as sung by Barbara Streisand. I don’t know why.
Sometimes I tend to disappear into my own little world and lose grip on reality. I do odd things. I blog. I forget names of people I’ve just met. And I sing “Somewhere” as I’m checking doors and windows before going to bed. (It’s South Africa people.)
As I was doing the rounds, belting out the soundtrack to my life, Princess walked out of her room with a puzzled expression.
“What’s that?” She asked.
“What’s what?” replied the Wife.
(On cue, enter me stage left…)
“I don’t know, it sounds like one of those Indian guys praying.”
Wife looked at me and her face lit up like someone who won a trip to Paris.
“That was Dad, he was singing.”
And they couldn’t stop laughing.
Go figure, my beautiful, gracious, loving daughter compares my singing to a Moslem praying. She’s not getting dinner tonight. And as for the Wife laughing…