Seen at Village Church of Lincolnshire at about 12:00 p.m., Saturday, August 25th, 2012.
was quiet and unassuming. He was wrinkled and balding and forgettable. The only
thing extraordinary about him was his voice—an exact copy of Frank Sinatra’s.
Not that this made him more noticeable; when he started to sing people would
turn around to make sure it wasn’t a recording. On a good day one or two would
smile at him. But Phil didn’t mind. After all, when people turned around it was
Ol’ Blue Eyes they expected to see, not him. His voice was only remarkable
insofar as that it was familiar. It wasn’t surprising that most of their eyes
stopped to register his existence for only a second before moving on. In the
long run, it didn’t matter. His not-so-unique voice allowed him to make a
living, singing in a band that played weddings and charity events. Phil had a
means of survival, and he was grateful.
This guy was in the band that played at my friend Bethany's wedding. I couldn't believe how much he sounded like Frank Sinatra! I decided that he deserved a story. Speaking of weddings, I am all wedding-ed out, I think. I went to two of them on Saturday, and that was quite enough. I'm glad I don't have any more to go to this year. Yesterday I stayed in my pajamas and read A Game of Thrones literally all day. It was glorious. You are following my Song of Ice & Fire experience on twitter, aren't you?