When my younger brother married into a Punjabi family, he attended a gauntlet of family events. At one of them, various Aunties prodded him into singing something, since other people had also entertained the group with music. My brother is a fairly accomplished musician, but says he blanked completely. Could. Not. Think. Of. One. Song. Finally, one came to him: Danny Boy.
Can you picture this scene?
I think only the Muppets could look more ridiculous than my tall, skinny, white, tattooed brother singing an Irish lament to his Indian in-laws, including some who don't speak much English at all.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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