The weirdest thing just happened to me. I was waiting in line to pay for my lunch, when the woman behind the counter exclaimed that I looked like “that guy that was singing on American Idol last night.” Since I don’t watch the show, I had no idea who she was talking about, but I figured it had to be another black guy with dreadlocks.
There are two of them on the show. So as near as I can figure, she thinks I look like either this guy or this guy. They’re both very handsome guys, so I’m flattered, but I don’t look a thing like either of them.
And while I do sing, I’m sure I wouldn’t last 2 minutes in an American Idol audition, for a couple of reasons. First, I’m too old. They raised the age limit for this season, but I still overshoot the cut-off age by something like 8 or 9 years. Second, my voice doesn’t fit the prevalent type for male pop vocalists today. Instead of a
screaming soaring tenor, I’m more of a “smokey baritone.” (This was brought home to me late last fall, when I auditioned for a male singer slot with a local band. They said they loved my rendition of “Foolish Heart,” and said they liked my voice. They just had one question: “Can you sing any higher?” They assured me they’d’ call me later. Still waiting on that call. Not.)
Oh well. If whichever of those guys I supposedly look like wins, at least I’ll be occaisionally mistaken for someone famous. It’s not the first time, though. I’ve also been mistaken for Bobby McFerrin a couple of times. Now, there’s a guy whose talent I wouldn’t mind having; even a fraction of it.
Or maybe it’s just that, to some people, all black men with dreadlocks look alike.