Sunday, I went to the symphony — the New Jersey Symphony Orchestra, to be precise. The program included works by Smetana, Beethoven, and Dvorak.

The symphony soothes my soul. The perfection of the music gets into my mind and rattles around, pushing out all thoughts but the thoughts of the music. It offers 80 minutes of priceless, uninterrupted, tranquilizing therapy. Well, that’s the way it used to be, before I knew David.

Now I live knowing David, and I am amused to report that as I sat there and allowed the music to enter my mind and start the therapeutic rattling and pushing, one thought did interrupt: “Boy, would I love to hear David Archuleta sing with them.”

Not the whole time, mind you. I still got my mind-calming money’s worth, but I did have the thought more than once. I even pondered it briefly during the intermission. I asked myself: “Is this really where I would like to see him end up? Those dumpy bar concerts sure were energizing and he has a lot to offer in that venue.”

But the fantasy remains. I would love to hear David Archuleta sing with a symphony. It wouldn’t really matter to me what he sang. We all know he can sing anything.

I read that, next Saturday, the program is “Swingin’ with Sinatra and Dorsey.” Hey, those songs have lyrics, someone could sing along. Not David I know, but it gives food for thought.

Maybe, someday in the future, David can accompany the NJSO in a program entitled, “The Essential Archuleta.” A girl can dream can’t she?

Now that we have gotten a glimpse of the potential of David Archuleta the performer, I thought it would be fun to share where each of us would like to see him in say 5, 10, or 20 years…. Be good.


P.S. On my way out, I made eye contact with a woman who had to be 90. OK maybe 79, but not a day younger. She was with three friends. She said to me, “Did you know he is only 29 years old?”

“Who?” I asked.

“But he is married,” she added, “he had a ring on, honey.”


“The conductor.”

“Really, only 29?” I said. “He was amazing.”

“He was more than amazing honey, and he was so cute!” she said to me with a bright smile.

“He was so little,” her friend added, “and so young … but he was powerful.”

“You know girls,” the third friend chimed in, “good things come in small packages.”

The four friends giggled and smiled and continued to swoon as I walked away.

Women of all ages, we love our musicians. Some things never change.