People Say The Strangest Things
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
"Do you know you look like that guy on Seinfeld?"
If I had a ten dollar bill for every time I've been asked that, I'd be writing this while kicked back on a tropical island paradise. Okay, I know Jason Alexander and I favor in the looks department, but I can assure you there are no similarities in our bank accounts.
"Do you know you look like Radar on M*A*S*H?"
That's probably why I've been presented several teddy bears on stage, as well as the occasional green Army stocking cap.
Practically every artist in Southern Gospel Music will tell you the same: people say the strangest things. Now, don't get me wrong - all the artists love the interaction with the fans and they've all developed close friendships with many of the people who are in the audiences every weekend. But every now and then, someone will come up to the product table and cause a few jaws to drop.
Let me give you an example. Sheri Easter once told met that a lady came up to Jeff & Sheri Easter table and told her "Wow, I bet you'll be glad to have that baby."
I'm sure that really made her day, because that was about three weeks after her son Madison was born.
Family members and co-workers of artists are not exempt from this kind of thing, either. Take Michael Combs for instance.
Recently, Michael was in Georgia and while he was making his way from the stage to the lobby, a lady went up to the product table and started browsing through Michael's CDs. She looked up at Brian Franklin, Michael's sound engineer, and asked "Well, who are you? Michael's father?"
And, before Brian could respond, the lady turned to Denise (Michael's wife) and said, "You must be Michael's mother."
Michael's still having fun with that.
Now, before you think I'm picking on misguided souls in audiences, I'm not. I'm just saying that every now and then, admist the great conversations we all have with the people who come to concerts, a real nugget of humor pops out of someone's mouth.
Kind of like the night I was standing next to Glen Payne in Pennsylvania when a man came up and said, "George Younce, you are the best baritone singer I know. I'm proud to meet you. I feel like I've known you forever."
After that man left, Glen looked at me and said, "I don't know which is worse - that guy thinking I was George or him thinking I sing baritone."