snow day part II

so, in a strange and bizarre turn of events, my father called me yesterday. three times. he was the guy that called twice during my set. now, if you've been following the story, you know that my father never calls of his own volition. well, rarely. and so, when he does, it's a big fat hairy deal. particularly when he tries several times in a row.

so, upon realizing that he'd called a third time, and then called my house phone, i got a little worried. what the hell was going on that necessitated this urgency to speak with me? who's died now?

turns out, though the conversation ended up spinning itself out for about an hour, he'd really called to tell me one thing: "i was watching the treelighting at rockefeller center, and there was a girl singing there, michelle something-or-other. brown?"

"branch? michelle branch?"

"yes, that sounds about right. anyway. what i noticed about her is that she's not terribly good, and not really all that attractive. so i don't understand why it is that she's famous and you're not, when you're clearly so much better."

(and here i was, thinking he didn't actually know the meaning of the word nepotism)

"you know, dad, i've been puzzling over that one myself."

"it just reinforces the fact that it must not be what you know, but who you know. which means we need to find out who is the right who and get to know them better. it is inspiring me to make a real push to get your cd out there."

get my cd out there. my father. getting my cd out there.

does anyone else find this behavior bizarre?